What can be done to a bore? I register nothing. Never again? 
 
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream: Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.  
 
Time I guess to air-lift my foolish eagerness and cover it with worn Keds and Swiss Army knives. I might think I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”  
Btw, it’s “never death.”

I consider head scratchers boredom managers. They hold genetic information but don’t understand. It skips a generation.