How a squandered moment sets its anchor
to the shole of memory. Shallow sunk
jetsam wriggles loose—washes upon shore
and by some accident equally dumb
and joyous reconstituted is; made
whole to live another life in mirth’s grin.
On tongue and teeth the balatro dances
his jig: belled shoes and hat ching and jingle—
Yorick springs to life in Hamlet’s black hand,
A bard enters a bar, upon his ass
he’s thrown and with a clatter reenters
through (much to the window’s pain) the window. <audience laughter> A joke unlost knits verily a stitch
upon the hearts of, now left kinder, friends.
Marshmello