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Yesterday will be Tomorrow
Morning again. Plumbing still works.
A mist of nightmare, hazy, hazier, something
about cars. Why is it always cars, accidents,
breakdowns, speeding tickets?
Dow is mixed after a week’s panic. Last night
watched ‘Fantasia’, sixty years old, brilliant
today as when it was conceived. Zeus and
his thunderbolts, Mickey waterlogged, overwhelmed
by legions of marching broomsticks, Tyrannosaurus Rex
devouring Pterosaur and how the planet turned
its tide and buried scattered jigsaw bones.
All seems so transient. Strata piled for
reconstruction. Impossible to guess where
remains may lie, to find the missing pieces. The trick
is not to care too much. Interludes that seem so now
were/will be replayed again under far whirling suns.
Can’t help wondering. How would Walt choreograph
global warming if roused by a falling glacier’s
kiss from his cryogenic sleep?
© Johnmichael Simon
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