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Scrambled Stealths


At seventy-two, me and the cat
an ongoing fact, a rhyming dance
in the rain

Help is on the way,
but remedies are brutal

Ideas are scrambled stealths,
soon sweeping through the labyrints
of consciousness,
lit by synapsic searchlights
'round a place in space,
halted in the frontal lobes

God flees, stooping,
out over the ocean
with the human genome in a thimble,
his hunched back a thundercloud,
his unintelligible speech thunderclaps
bouncing

The frogs gather at the pond

The UN General Assembly
forms a suicide pact

The Voyagers look back,
riding the ray of awaaaay,
like indians on horseback
'cross the plains

The human race, indigenous,
on the brink, soon extinct

Were we really?




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Publicerad 2021-09-14 10:08



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