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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