"ent" poems
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;
The Abyssimal Sea?
Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. *
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
My braided faded bracelet
Is hidden in a box
Always there to remind me
Of something that I lost
My braided faded bracelet
The colors now so light
I found they weren't long lasting
Just like my feelings that blurry night
My braided faded bracelet
Came from a man
That I barely knew
But that might've been the plan
My braided faded bracelet
From that man, he knew
That I wasn't ready
Even though I wanted to
My braided faded bracelet
What it means they'll never know
Because I know what they will say
They'll say I told you so
My braided faded bracelet
A sign I'm one with the rest
Heard your first is never good but I
Thought I'd be different
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty
Expel my demons and watch them die with me
Satan Lord, Leviathan
Give my demons an interesting origin
Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems
Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians
Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten
Enthuse my self-destruction
Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes
Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees
Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks
Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers
Bring me Christians questioning their faith
Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah
Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu
Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly
Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew
Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles
Write to me Paris
Write to me Paris
I want to read your poetry
I want to read your mind
Sing to me Helen
Embrace me and we shall escape from torments
Heavenly and humane
We shall watch hipsters walk past us
Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas
Let Adam grow disgruntled
Let children laugh
If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish
Send me a djinn with evil in his heart
Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires
Send me an ent to lift me above my world
Send me an elf to love me for all my time
Send me a mountain to travel over home
Transport me to Germany
Transport me to Spain
Transport me to New Zealand
Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands
Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species
And devour the flesh of my find
Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind
Let me eat
Let me gorge
Then starve me
Show me Caligula
Show me Marilyn Monroe
Then leave me with Ed Wood
And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books
Which, of course, will bring her to love me again
Oh Lord Jesus
Lord of Hosts
Possess me so that I may live again
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
an average human creature should such a mythical exist
in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats,
billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment)
but like everything so essence human there are
those very few heartbeat moments,
the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
that you total truly remember,
recalling the cream and sauce,
swell and the hell,
of the pounding so slow so hard,
each one a volcano of
a moment until that day
you don't remember-anything
when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a
honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure
and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage
disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined
you're feeling your heartbeat
in your knees going weak,
when the doctor says:
congratulations healthy swell
and/or
some years later,
I'm so so truly sorry, hell
when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like
but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart,
it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of
heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming
a billionaire of heartbeats you are,
but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and
forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony,
your true net worth, the stripes you wear
upon your shoulders skin,
the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity
you fall to your knees wherever you are,
that is where you will find me,
just listen for the cars horns blaring
cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to
ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime
you alone total truly that concert set recall and
the win-loss record inherent, inhiment,
in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes,
of forty beatings you took,
somehow it feels like here is, there was,
the answers to
where is shelter for the heart,
the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says,
I don't feel a pulse
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
/Uhh, Lil Mama.. (Stop playing around wit Dat2)/2
Lil mama stop playing around wit Dat pussy,..girl(give it to me2) girl..just give it..(to me2)..Yeah you got a man, but he won't **** you like I will, Noo, he can't treat you like I can,yo, Yeah, so stop playing around Lil Mama,..(stop playing wit that pussy3).., Aye, Lil Mama stop playing around with (that pussy3)..
/Uhh, stop playing wit that ***** stop playing around wit Dat pussy,..(stop playing wit Dat3)..pussy/2..
Uhh, Yeah you gotta man, but he won't fuck you..like I will,..Uhh
Yeah you gotta man, but he can't **** you (like I can2).. Aye,..Uhh,..he don't treat you right so Babygirl why you with his lame ass..(girl,..let me get that pussy,Yeah3), Aye, Yeah you gotta man,..forget his *** leave him at the curb like garbage.., he won't treat you like I can, Noo he won't **** you like I will, (Noo, he can't..2)..beat it up like me..(Noo, he can't..2)..like I can baby
Uhh,..so (stop playing wit that pussy*3)...(give it to me, *3)..to me..Aye
/(stop playing wit that pussy3)..lil mama/2
Girl let me have it, Yeah
Baby let me get it
Yeah you gotta man, but he can't **** you (like I can2).. Aye,..Uhh,..he don't treat you right so Babygirl why you with his lame ass..(girl,..let me get that pussy,Yeah3), Aye, Yeah you gotta man,..forget his *** leave him at the curb like garbage.., he won't treat you like I can, Noo he won't **** you like I will, (Noo, he can't..2)..beat it up like me..(Noo, he can't..2)..but I can baby
Uhh, Lil mama stop being so depressed, stop being so sad, why you so mad, you wouldn't be like that if your chilling wit me..real shit,for real baby, Yeah,..you need to stop..(stop playing wit that pussy2)..(let me kiss it2)..,Yeah , Baby you can lay across my chest, while I smoke on a doobie, Shawty you don't even gotta inhale it, second hand smoke yeah, Shawty, let me enter in ya..Yeah
Uhh,..just being around me is an natural high baby,..(I'm not gone play around*2)..wit yo feelings, Imma play wit that ***** Babygirl, let me play wit (Dat pussy2)..ain't no fussing daily, wit me, Noo baby, we just making love (all day2) (so2)..(stop playing wit that pussy2)..give it to me..,(stop playing wit dat pussy*3)..give it up baby,to me..stop playing around baby,..
Imma (beat it up2) like eggs in the morning, Imma (eat it up,2).. like a cookie,Shawty you don't gotta have a nasty attitude all the time, **** stop playing wit that pussy,stop holding back from me, I just wanna make you smile, Uhh, I wanna make you moan baby, so stop messing around, come on baby, what's wrong (baby*2)..it's that **** ***** you be wit, you act like you love him, but you don't need him, you need (a real g*3)..a ***** like me2)..for real baby,..So (why you playing2)..(stop ******* around now baby*2)..girl, stop ******* around wit me..Ohh, ahh, Ohhwoah..Uhh..
Imma give you my all Fo sho, we gone ball Babygirl, Imma give you everything that you want & that you need, for real..(baybe*2)..what yo heart truly desires is a real ***** like Young Ston, baby, (come on*2)..bring that ***** to my home..Ohh, ahh, Ohhwoah..Uhh..
Babygirl, (stop playing wit Dat pussy3)..Uhh,..you need to (stop it2)..stop playing, wit Dat ***** come on & (give it too a real g*2)..Uhh..
/(stop playing2)..wit that pussy/2
Ohhwoah, BabyGirl.. (Give it to me*3)..forget that ***** you been wit, **** him,, leave his ass..(give it too me*2)..to me
OFTR ENT
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
.
•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match such beauty that deals in infinites •
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ruling sceptre•
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
He probed his cooled instrument
into the meat of my ear,
and the ENT specialist
gives it an "all clear"-
Yet these ears go on repeating,
those words caught draining,
out of your cigarette mouth-
lit deep in our darkening alley.
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
In a slow oak and elm ING breath
Ent felt tears in the air
She inquired the feather like dancer
From where a river now streamed
Say, your sobbing must stop
Just enjoy being unlocked
You do not know tree pain
With my long hard locks
Knotted under the weight of usefulness
for you are still yet a seed
Riding the wind of dreams
No rings yet formed on fingers
rings to be broken for fires timber
Your tendrils are bendable
The beginning fragment of a future
So show no pain and suture a smile
I know capons
who fell free from home
Only for gravity to shatter dreams & reclaim them to the unknown.
And the dandelion said:
My short life comes with long memory
While my youth may seem naive to tree
I have only arrived and I must die to be
You will remain when I am reborn
deity
And as your locks begin to leaves
And birds flock like river ocean streams
I know pain because I remember birth
I will die a thousand times before you know me
Yet these tears should not offend
I cry to womb the happiness within.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
don't create distance between us,
like painting oceans between the skies & lands
unreachable,
like,
branches caging you from beneath your deepest
secrets.
and no amount of rain is enough to make the
drought in my eyes leave, like all the people
we said goodbye to
at train stations & graveyards
that soon became as empty & cold as
the bottles she'd drowned her sorrows into;
setting skins on fire & smoking death into the lungs
like snow-kissed bodies whispering love songs to ghosts
oh dear Bukowski, girls like her don’t learn to
walk through fires
they are fire-lungs & burnt skies,
haunted nursery rhymes bleeding out of souls
like volcanoes & violin screams.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
i honny be ten minniei pooron sumfing slinkydai had pulled a stunner...the waitress from the chinky whah yoo fancy big boy?half naked in her finerysexcitedly he mumbledi'd like a sixty ninery i no cook this time o nightit nearly half pass twoyoo chauvinistic bastardthen hit him with her shoe
Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
The fourth day was spent comatose
Mind locked away, matter did play
Dancing the steps of the Ent
Uncaring of anything when the throne was in sight
Earthly pleasures before the storm
This place was struggling to breathe
Mistakes taking shape and walking
The fog is blinding, Oh sweet little pea
The fifth day was a resurrection of sorts
A new man with new power to drink
Arrogance returned with the blind
Taking flight to the coasts of gold
Again those rusty promises plagued
Whether a doll, a tool, or a foolish venture
Truth was an impossible gesture
It's never that easy, Oh sweet little pea
The sixth day was a realization
Rest came easy when the future didn't bark
The treasure was buried in the yard under ash
And the truth was in the homestead
Everywhere at once, the rain trickled
The seeds did more than sprout
Tap roots and accepting - light words
Let the answers find you, Oh sweet little pea
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
"My skin is always crawling," said the body to the soul
"I've turned into an ant but there is nowhere left to go"
the world is being eaten by the people being served
but I won't come to dinner lest I'm cooked to be observed
there seems to be a fire burning everything in sight
consuming with a fury those who fair a different fight
I may have lost some footing but I'll never lose my legs
I will not play accomplice to what everybody says
so catch me if you can and do whatever you so choose
you may have burned my body but I crawled away from you
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
(I'm ready for war ***** I'm ready for whatever..)*3
I'm ready for war nigga*2..Uhh
(Yeah I'm ready for war ***** Yeah I'm ready for whatever)3..(I'm ready for whatever2)
(I'm ready for war nigga, I'm ready for whatever)*3
(Im ready for war nigga*4)..Aye
It's whatever...Uhh
I'm going to war against America, **** em, forget them , They don't care about us ****** they just want us dead, confused & nothing.(Yeah*2)..They just want us to **** ourselves, real **** The CIA got all of my ****** so mislead Yeah..Aye they brainwashing the kids, Aye what's been happening in this world is alot of evilness up in people contaminating their spirits, since before Christ was even here man, Yeah real spit,..I'm spilling the beans,.. Yeah I will take my chances, (dying2)..for (being somebody2)..I wanted to be , instead of thinking the same,..Im programing myself mane,I'm so ready for war ***** Yeah I'm so ready for whatever Uhh..MK ULTRA still exist, & we the people need to do something about (this*2)..is more than just an conspiracy theory,.. It's the truth my nigga,..The biggest conspiracy is that we are free dude,nigga
No fake it, till I make it type of fucc **** going on in OFTR
This is (Only For The Real..*2)..business
(ONLY FOR THE REAL*2) ENTERTAINMENT
Yeah mane ***** Yeah..Aye man, I'm fighting for what is mines..I'm standing up for the truth Shawty..(I'm ready for war*3) nigga..OFTR ENT, we ready for whatever.. ***** we the leaders, ***** we the elitist, ***** we the achievers & ***** we achieving man..
/(Yeah nigga*3)
I'm ready for war *****
(Yeah nigga*3)
I'm ready for whatever man..Uhh/*2
Only For The Real Entertainment
Young Ston
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
"Ah took a swing."
He said.
His profile raised,
he drops his head to his left, to face me with his lazy eyes.
I was becoming forgetful second by second
of the dull bulb that hung over my nerves; our skin.
He bared his teeth intentionally, it seemed.
"And cracked open his skull."
His eyelids would always droop down.
But he had wild eyes.
We had a description once,
"Satan's eyes." she said. Right before having another seizure.
T'was a god-crazed epileptic; just our luck.
"But ah didn't see 'at.
Y'see, it ull 'ent black. But ah wus swingin'.
Ah know ah was.
Ah felt'et."
He was lying. Those hits were too spot on.
Intentional. Angry. Mad.
Ravishing.
"Ah know y'like me doc. Ah c'n see it in ye face.
Ye legs.
'Ey shake when ah speak 'bout how they bled."
My legs shook..
His voice trailed off into a raspy ending, a whispered sound.
"How they begged."
The inside of my mouth was flooding with saliva.
..How embarrassing..
He smiled.
"'Ee should be pot'nis, ye know. We'd make a pretty couple."
There was a pause, almost too long, before he blinked slowly
and opened his eyes to observe a crack on the wall to his right.
He had complained about it before,
"'Tis too fuckin' noticeable." He'd say.
He wanted it to be like the other walls.
He wanted it to be neat and gray.
So it wouldn't be excluded, so it wouldn't stand out.
So it wouldn't be treated differently, wrong.
So it wouldn't suffer the injustice of the majority.
He hated things being out of place.
Mostly because he was sick of being out of place himself.
Ironic, I'd say.
He had a passion for making a mess out of his victims.
Ring..
The timer.
Ring..
Ring..
"See ye t'morrow doc."
Ring..
My legs were planted to the ground he smiled on.
Ring..
Ring..
..I think I love you.
Ring..
Ring..
Ring..
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Join the ranks of victory,
pArAde through the streets triumphantly.
InHeRent is the thirst for ascendancy.
War is Masked fear, hidden below bravery,
out over Yonder, few are pleased with their destiny.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
She had better intentions
Bile and filth caked under her fingernails
She had planned on stopping
Laid as a film of grease over her cleavage
Been at it for hours
Started off slow, tying him up
Making him sigh and moan in ecstasy
Her hands guiding but firm
The candle flames burned hot and low as she worked
Casting shadows against already dark walls
His sweet, addictive lifeblood welled up fast and easy
He begged her not to go so deep
She couldn't help it
Soon she was ******* him with her sharp edges
Tears and snot made rivers down his face
His mind and body slave to her rhythm
No escaping the inevitable fall from grace
A final explosive ****** left him wet, writhing in her arms
Layers of his death like a hunting trophy caressed her skin
******* gently at an index finger she muses
Hoping like hell she'd still have his taste on her tongue come morning
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
Sie fragten, weshalb ich schreibe.
Ich habe lange mit meinen Gedanken herumgespielt,
aber meine Mutter hat mich all die Jahre liebevoll gelehrt,
dass man nicht mit sinnlosen Gedanken spielen darf.
Ich habe nachgedacht, bin durch Straßen gerannt,
bin auf Füßen von anderen herumgetrampelt, und
weitergerannt, umgedreht, und ehrlich entschuldigt.
Habe an meinem Stift gekauft – vermummt von Wor-
ten und habe Bruchteile von Radiergummifussel ver-
streut. Habe überall gesucht, in den Strömen des Re-
gens, in den alten Adern der Blätter am Straßenrand,
nicht mal im Bröckeln der Asphaltrillen habe ich ent-
denkt.
Es hatte mich Nächte gekostet, einen Punkt für das
Fragezeichen zu finden;
aber, oh Gott, ich habe den Punkt gefunden, denn
der Punkt liegt in meinem Herzen, ich trage Worte
in meinem Herzen – lauter als mein und dein Herz-
schlag zusammen;
und nun hat mein Herz Ringe unter den Augen.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time.
Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.
Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa.
A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.
Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy… SwOosh. Hush!
Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy.
Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.
A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.
Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.
In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.
This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.
“I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "
The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.
Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide. As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.
Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land
guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.
This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine.
_TRF
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
My heart was a tower at the top was a queen.
She sat on her sea glass throne, In the palace of bone. All the power of the keys she held to every lock.
But now the throne is empty, and the tower feels hollow.
Whims of a shadow I follow.
My home is away to forever roam.
I feel alone Like an ent. When the ent wives left their lives.
Though I wander for centuries,
The gardens grow bare as I have no luck finding who once tended there
With the memories of when life was in these gardens with her care. Ill sing sad songs to these leaves, and hope to one day have the flowers she would share.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
I love
You
Don’t care
In-diff-er-ent
Isn't paid
Much attention
In my apartment
We’ll
End-if-her-rent
Isn’t paid
In our
Department
But who cares?
Separation
Doesn't
Always cause pain
And pain
Isn't always
The cause
Of separation
We just
Happened
To drift away
Like
Messages in a bottle
Off the coast
With no intent
Of being found
Our lonely islands
Are crowded
With shadows
Of friends
We forget the darkness
Because at least
We no longer
Burn each other
With our angst
And anger
We remember
Everything
Except rations
Of ourselves
We left
Like t-shirts
And underwear
Tangled
In each others
Laundry
Then throw
Them away
Find them
Another day
in the exact same place
We excavated them
The returnment
Of our undesirables
Show fate’s
Sense of humor
But
Only a stubbornness
Such as ours
Could devour fate
And disavow
The vows
It set out
To make...
We
Will
Never
Be
Again
Never
Again
Will
We
Be
Sums
Up the sum
Of each halves
And the total
Is something
The totaled
Hearts
Can live with...
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
The sky above him layered in
Like waves upon the shoal
And all the mountains knew his name
And he their waving roll
The earth beneath his treading feet
Turned stones like mortal coils
And all the footprints knew his path
And depth above the soil
His shoulders stood above the trees
A crown of stars his ears
And all the shadows couldn't bear to see
Nor stand beneath him in fear
Beyond no borderlings he'd step
Unless his heart was called
And with him birds would often sing
And perch on him their wall
As the waterlilies craved his touch
So to mortality, he was bound
And then off the earth one day he walked
Never again to be found
But still the memories of mid-earth
Hold fast in root and stem
For once a guardian walked this way
As a tree with a beard of men
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
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so
me t
imes
see in
those t
ranspar
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the quick b
lack forest
of the panele
ss leaves the h
ithering blata
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to and fro and fro a
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g forth to which heaven
gabled songs the limp s
aints court and snuggle
gregariously the foiste
d girth of the black quick t
rees in there in their unrem
arkably souls i,ve watched t
hem go back and forth and forth
and black lithe brooding reams
of slow wood in them, there their
i'm starting to wear wear wearing
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC