(a tributary by Dredd)
One man-judge ordered
more pollution into the air
'until somebeing else stops it'
then went Quayle hunting
as-if good will hunting.
I don't like hunting
but I like finding
said the textualist
to the originalist.
Things and stuff should stay
as the man-judge fixed from birth
flies busy dying from Houston
searching out how to be still born.
Like all who are not busy being borne
on the wings of the songs of love
or the songs of the wings of love,
"busy dying is still busy not being born."
(a tributary by Rimbaud)
especially, stupid, he persisted
In locking himself up in the latrines
Where he reflected in peace, inhaling deeply.)
(At the age of seven, he composed fictions about life
In the vast desert, where luminous Liberty lies in her abduction,
Forests, sun, riverbanks, savanna!—)
Subservient to everything,
I have frittered away my life
Ah! may the time come
When hearts will meet!)
(It has been rediscovered.
It’s the sea fused
With the sun.)
and the mountains, will we hail the advent of the
new toil, the new wisdom, the flight of tyrants and
demons, the end to superstition, adore
—for the first time!—”Christmas” on earth!)
(a tributary by David)
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