Sunday Sundries 4/4/21

This is without

“What is your story of the Blue-Sphere? Every time I hear it from a fellow traveler, I’m shocked by the recognition, out of all the possible nothings, how did we hallucinate the Blue-ball something?”

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That’s it y’all. Hope it’s enough inspiration for culturally conditioned Holy-Egg day. No poem in Gate(Less) today, but if you really want to see my poor contribution, I’m assuming it will appear here, later today:

The Tangled Branch

or here:

Poetrymagnumopus where thus far, I’m alone, standing in an empty field, singing, singing, singing.

Con/Jur/d, 4/3/2021