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Summary

The text presents a personal revelation about moderation and self-harm, suggesting a shift from excess to a more balanced approach, while humorously noting that not all normal-sized items fit the author's needs.

Abstract

The poem "Finally Grateful for the Little Glass" is a reflection on the concept of "won’t power," the ability to abstain from certain actions or behaviors. It humorously suggests that the author has reached a point of gratitude on the 43rd day of a 100-day journey, realizing that excess is not the sole path to fulfillment. The text implies a personal breakthrough in avoiding self-destructive behaviors, urging a collective search for answers beyond the conventional understanding of time, age, and entropy. The author humorously notes the irony that while they've learned to appreciate moderation, they still face challenges with items like hats due to their "over-sized head," indicating a continued struggle with certain aspects of normalcy.

Opinions

  • The author believes they have discovered an alternative to excess, suggesting a newfound appreciation for moderation.
  • There is a call to action for the scientific community to acknowledge this personal discovery as significant.
  • The text humorously implies that the author's head size is an exception to their newfound moderation, indicating a playful critique of the one-size-fits-all approach.
  • The mention of warning the president suggests a tongue-in-cheek importance to the revelation, as if it were a matter of national or global concern.
  • The author expresses a hope that their new perspective on moderation may lead to less self-harm, indicating a previous struggle with self-destructive behavior.

Finally Grateful for the Little Glass

a poem about won’t power

Photo by Angelo Abear on Unsplash

One Hundred Days of Gratitude. Forty-three

You must call the up president. You must make sure he’s sitting down and in a safe place — with no sharp objects around.

I have something to say face to space.

Today I believe I discovered excess isn’t the only way.

Please hold your questions. Please, help us find answers.

Probably something about time and age and entropy (what isn’t?)

Hopefully something about not wanting to hit your own body so brutally.

Either way, the scientific community needs to know

that we no longer have to smash and throw- -away the normal-sized plates, bottles, bowls, bars, bongs, and beds.

But please warn the president— normal-sized hats still won't fit on my over-sized head.

Poem
Poetry
Free Verse
Moderation
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