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Last legs

Dawn brightens outside the window of the breakfast room of the Super 8 in Marshall, Illinois

I have breakfast of a Danish a banana a probiotic and a cup of coffee with whole milk and Splenda

And take notice of the scaling down of complimentary breakfasts in the course of my hotel stays in recent months

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In about an hour the sun will be high enough to drive Eastward without photonic discomfort

Rush-hour traffic will have lessened as well

And I will then safely speed to the side of the woman who shares my life

Plenty of time then for a hobbitish second breakfast

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I had a doctor’s appointment at ten am today but was able to reschedule online in two minutes to eight am tomorrow

Some aspects of life have improved now that I am threescore and ten and two

On the last leg of my trip home

In the throes of my last and best romance

Tying up the loose ends of a satisfying life with festive bow knots

Hoping for a few more megamonths of journeying

to not remember much of a day

is to have a scrap

of memory. to wrestle

with decaying memory is to have a scrap

with the second law of therm

odynamics. to knock an e

off a scrape is to have a scrap. if you

don’t care for th

e ran

domeness of this mess

let us cons

ign it to the scrapheap

of non-history, which viewed

through a mag

nif

i

er

is a lovely

crazy

quilt of chao

s.

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Every day is an opportunity to wallow in the depressive miasma of guaranteed mortality. Some people seek such opportunities, some flee from them in such denial as “50 is the new 30,” and some get an unignorable knocking at the door.

DOOM METE MOOD

Doubt is such a Microcosm
Onus an Embarcadero
Otherwise a Tarantino
Might send messages Encrypted

mood meet doom

metabolism maladjusted
obsolescence wrecks a bed. o
one2three the dire days come. o
detriment is zero-sum

On the other hand, says the Mortality Denier, EVERY DAY is also an opportunity to experience the Joy of a Lifetime. Please, Friends, use kindness to seek such joy.

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Fluid Solid

Falling stars and leaves and woes

Leave a trace of where they go

Under rocks some crawlers dwell

It’s a long way up from Hell. I

Doubt they’re unburnt when they weld

In grade school we learned that glass is not exactly a solid. The teacher called it Amorphous. It can be thought of as a really slow-flowing liquid.

Sand, from which glass is made, seems liquid when it is poured.

The same word that Glass came from also led to the word Glacier. Thus language flows.

drifters in the soup

global squirming
has progressed from the one-continent days to here and now
and will do so until our fair planet is engulfed by the swollen and reddening sun

thus eegee the subcontinent india is on continues to crash into asia
heaving up the himalayas ever higher
and icemelt is submerging some shoreline

geopolitics changes artificial borders and names oftener than yearly
meanwhile gravitational lensing is giving us a glimpse of dark matter
which is a well-described substance if ever there was one

our lifebubble still whirls and tangoes with the moon though
and it’s fun to think of the n-dimensional roller coaster we’re on
and it’s to be hoped that the fun will last but alas that is up to us

[note: “eegee” is long for e.g. which is latin for exempli gratia which means “for the sake of example”]