Friday, January 8, 2016

I Was Predestined for This by the Faeries

"Some fine day, just run away
To a long unscheduled day"

Zero is the point of sanity
Wrote the man with his fatwa in mind.

Diplomacy is to bounded
Political space what mutiny is

To universal political space.
Armies are individuals are

Armies and all as vulnerable
To cratering as atmosphere-free

Moons. Nobody's waiting, impatiently,
For the conclusion of the story, growling

With the hunger inherited
From hunger, but hungrier.

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