you have my ears/yet on the lip of grave
countenance/ask me if i would countenance
what is happening to both of us.OSCAR WILDE?
My mirror lies.An arbitrary age confines/
as (in decline)GIBBONS-we devolve like DANTE
Whether there were many ARTHURS or HOMERS
Jose and George and Ray and Milton were blind
the rest are metaphors/flash fiction.Our task
means more than survival/revival.Our daily MINOTAUR
hides in LABYRINTH.Folk tales and songs
are on the track and trace /but they are PLATO's CAVE.
Light flickers campfire-eye ear radio(community
There is uncertainty.All our heroes have holes.
Banning cameras and recorders is as old
as banning texting/talking in empty cinemas
When i awaken,it will be to re-assemble
whatever forensics will piecemeal Paradise
It was here in your reflections AUGUSTINE
or was that THOMAS AQUINAS?
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