Thursday, December 4, 2014

An Open Sonnet to the Perfect Future

The polar vortex visited last week. 
It downed three winter lagers while discussing 
consciousness with a Chinese atheist 
who worshipped at the feet of a perfect future. 
She shall have disbelieved her universe! 
Channeling deep sleep, the Weather Channel 
had woken us up to a constellation far 
below our tender surface. Her fame is unknown. 
I will have changed my name if I were her. 
All were grateful that Thanksgiving passes 
once a year. To see that science rests 
within the omnipotence of being is 
distressing to the system. Everything 
beclouded will have been always open sky.

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