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Now pursuing a master's in mathematics.

   "N. B. Symmetrians

We, the symmetrians, seek justice here,
And asymmetric nature makes a drought.
We wrap up handouts for the martyred poor,
Making sure to put in books and tin-can beer.
Each man relieved goes home and gives a clout
To mrs man, or pal-man, and slams the door.

The speechful day in knowing languors goes,
We seek again for salt and summer sky.
The pure-blue meteor flares and falls unburnt;
We take to our heels standing on staunch tiptoes.
We read half-works of science for the why
And scheme to balance marxly with what’s learnt.

Fastened and fasting in the bed-rock man
The assainted, snuffed-down halo strives to rise;
The unstabilized land still slips up out of ocean,–
Bears odd, imperiled flora built to plan.
A natural start is now no one’s surmise,
To take things as presented, no one’s notion.

They used to start a-fresh, but we try burdened,
Trimming the present’s future with the past.
It’s all the fault of inter-communication,
Mountains of dove-tailed pebbles and words wordened.
The newest prism is moulded from the last.
The simplest thing is: to laud the massive nation.

The moon still shines beside the daytime star,
The waters weave, rain cools, dunes move, grain grows,
Soft words bring soft replies, muscles expand.
Whether we say the stars are near or far,
The polar lights still paint the glacier floes,
The temperate zones are yet more fully manned.”

—Gene Derwood, 1955

Robot at the starting line.

I have always maintained that Gentle Giant was just Emerson Lake & Palmer played backwards.

The Great Class War.