An eyelash fell in my teacup,
as I wearily rubbed my eyes,
My free wish sank in the blackness,
another auspicious surprise.
I took in the bleak situation,
I took in the eyelash tea, too...
Regardless of which sort of sorceress you are,
Some potions you cannot unbrew.
......written while on another interminable, maddening call with Comcast.