to
show up
like
a gunslinger
then
go about
and
open a secret or two
how
many times have we heard
that
the best minds of the generation
have
been bordering on the absurd
there's
a sunflower sutra for this kind of day
at
some point
you
will walk past the sirens
your
face and ears covered
deep
into a restless forest
it's
all within reach
you
don't need an invitation
there
is no ideological acid test
when
the kids finally grab their diplomas
&
bury them in the memory
from
this kind of day
this
kind of future
billions
of bodies
hold
on in a fault line
crashing
glaciers
maybe
the beginning
of
the end of history
a
virologist will rise on easter
and
sing all praises
to
the scientific method
so
make way
for
a sun today
that
won't give up
---
e b bortz
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