of the beginning
looms
and,
we are no closer to our purpose
than we were before;
a tale
of pities
and of cities
cast out with all the other
truffle, still...no room for doubt rests upon
our shoulders nor yours too,
for that matter... as
being unaware is fashionable
to say the least or most;
no nets cast today
in the surf
and,
no french fries tonight
will be baked or consumed
unless our
unreasonable landlord
comes down from the sky.
19Sept16
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