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Feb 2017
looking back
that's what bothers me,
but looking forward frightens me
and where else to look?

In a square
let's say
five by four
no windows
no door
nowhere to look
and that's what it
took
to see,

that's what bothers me
the future can't be
algebra or
anything
numerically inclined
nor
anything
signed off on

like
the stealth bomb.

Nothing makes sense and so
we make sense of nothing
sell it
as something
and everyone
wants it.

looking
but it's a closed book.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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