I bow my head o’er the glowing vessel,
Playing teachings once my fears to expel,
Before I begin my solemn ritual.
A scripture in audio-visual
format to turn for help when things get tough;
I hope the signal will be clear enough.
For when the pixels of my phone get fuzzy
I might end up looking like a hussy
With tall tender tendrils twined and twisted
Round in unfit puffs when unassisted.