Measure thrice, cut constantly:
it's the rule of the fist
gilded by the billabong crocodile
whose eyelid swishes in place before
training tears upon fishes and smaller relations;
works are cited well on the floor of the sea shop--
For sale. Baby fish. Never swum.
At a gathering of utilities
energy transfers
costly matter.
Sentience is a sophist
with a vocal cord
plugged into a small outlet mall
where Nike is once again
a myth, made for rather than by
children--
is that an anachronism?
An anticapitalism? Out of style? Late?
Call your younion, it's a millennial now.
Two thousand years of common era
sure to end in ancient history;
I'd rather not with the Roman;
Spartacus has an extra syllabus
in which the idea of sunspots
is illuminated in a Copernican constitution
where spin dilates
sin violates
and gin annihilates
any chance at a vegetable peace
generous or otherwise
under the carnivore sun
and an indifferent moon.
Roman Ryan 