[39] Omicron, Beloved New Species, Josef Krebs

Adapting into sadness I digress
Occasionally
Frequently adopting solipsism
As a standard position
In this dying de-
generation
I encompass any solutionary position
Unkind to most
Unequivocal to others
As my Christmas tree awaits
The salutatory position
Always upwards
Reaching to the stars
In a fountain of ineptitude
Gathering forces
Adapting to circumstances
As any true creature can
In the urge to existence
I celebrate you Omicron
In all you can do
And undo
In your joy of living
Up to your task