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Saturday, June 18, 2022

Come Night: Part Psuedo Pantoum, Part Pitiful Plea (11)

Come night, we, staring, spot a star
where, normally, no sparklers are,
imagine it some magic place
where, moons ago, some master race

(there, normally, no sparklers are)
conspires to avoid collapse --
where, moons ago, some master race
by eu-evolving, eu-adapts.

Conspiring to avoid collapse,
this dynasty from outer space
by eu-evolving (it adapts)
fends off a fatal fall from grace.

This dynasty from outer space
where normally no sparklers are
fends off a fatal fall from grace.
(Here's hoping that is who we are.)

Hope; or, This Too Shall Pass (A Repost)

Drumpf glowers...a nd glowers.  For hours and hours. An d hours. Der Fuhrer's fasc Drumpf scours. (This lad ain’t Adenauer’s.)  Unlike ...