Boring Little Song

An abundance of uninterrupted
Moments spent in relative solitude,

How researchers operationalize
Profound boredom, writing for peer review.

An existential discomfort struggles
With its sense of self. What is discomfort?

What does it mean for discomfort to exist?
How is discomfort not comfort, not pain?

Time and time’s passage appear completely
Absent. Future, present, and past combine.

Indifference cuckolds any meaning.
Stop. Boredom is the dream cuckoo pushing

Eggs of experience out of the nest.
Boredom is open-mouthed, alone at last.