Visitation
Parousia
Men of Lawlessness
Come hither, gather round!
Divine fire in the guts
Produce me a ‘Presence’
An ‘Arrival’, like
A Little Apocalypse
Sudden and surprising
Imperiling skepticism
Engaging
A garden of values written by Eve-ning
Woe! Woe to ‘The Tragedy of Maturity’
LISTEN!
(But Sir! The indicator is indifferent! What do we do?) Ignore it…“You cannot call yellow ‘gold’, young man.”
“You must educe relations and correlates from mere weeds”
“But these dandelions are my friends”, said ET
“Golden ingots emergent from heaven beneath.
And as for me, their loyal subject,
I must not fail them, for I love Eve.”






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