Love oneself off and on
if not relentlessly,
to feel relevant in these
infinitely inane moments.
Seek approval outside
at your peril, for none is keen on
keeping you relevant except
the ever pricking sense of self.
Keep saying, keep on saying
that irrelevance is irrational,
and wed the sense of relevance
like an irrationally faithful bride.
Relevance is the potion to
be concocted to stay alive.
Redeem the self, design the self
and deign the life meaningful.
Doom is omnipresent
keep on digging relevance
from the mine of irrelevance
to stay relevant and alive.
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