the acceptible

I am boring.

I hope for things which could be explained
but perhaps are improvements
or at least are inherent consequences.

natural and predictable are spades
to the hearts of the contrivance and novelty.

Am i requesting predictability?

my pulse calms and beckons.
but to what?

oh dear god, the universe is too vast.
and I can't really tell it so, what a conundrum.

what might shakespeare be thinking of me?
Ass of mouth with knight's soul, solely asinine in the mouth of night and wine.