"the end of the future of humanity institute"
wearied of the way · worry sags
like old fog · islanding my view
none of these notions · new to me now
nothing i'd cast · into crisp form
though onslaughts · argue otherwise
demand much · from the mere visitation
control trivia · as i try to speak
something serious · to the sick farce
"In Pope I cannot read a line,
But with a sigh I wish it mine:
When he can in a couplet fix
More sense, than I can do in six,
It gives me such a jealous fit,
I cry, pox take him and his wit."
--Jonathan Swift
This is what you park your zeppelin in.
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