Life's about to be fair.
To all. By just one
objective point
of infinite right
and correct, by
infinite opinion
sole call.
Same
for all us beans! No
exceptional bents
or breaks to excuse
at one's own expense.
So rejoice, or perplex.
Just now, just how shall
you fare in this fairest
of possible absolute
schemes? Pretty
well I guess
and suspect. Same
as all, unique, everyone
else in this neck of
same-boat woods
for uncountable eves
of this long-dawning
day with such hearts
up sleeves. All
shall be revealed
by everyone, or left
by each to be kept
and undone. Just
as usual, really
the more things
change, the more
they are never the
same again.
Hypothetical
highest court
in a all lands
come together
in the back
of all mind
and hand.
At first glance, it
could all just
be. Peace
on earth,
for once.
Sign up
we will
take you
first.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, August 19, 2022
transhumanist plot unfolding? Nah
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