Shy singer man say of his songunsung
for thy pleasure, we are, and were created
tools to muse with
as crayons to a child in my youth,
as smartphones to a child in my future
so these discrimming skimmings of flies on my screen,
bring to mind
to be worth a dam. I had Boulder Dam in mind, at the time.
Joy to the world! was a carole - common knowledge joy having song,
oh, such songs, we sang and we danced and we praised the summer sun
for each year granting more land and more rivers and fish.
this is the world where words returned to earth and taught us all we lost,
this is my future
but we are are mortal, you say, nay, I say
we all have mortal mother samesame
so say science'n'conshitness of a rational man,
in a delicately -pre-cisely balanced spiral of birdsongs and windsongs.
Right is all that works. We won. Individually.
An amusing day in my leisurely survivors joy