We’d like to say
we know what's
going on, but
we do not.
What have we got?
What purpose
could it possibly
avail us to discover?
We must recover.
We’re querulous,
confused. Another
bolt of lightning
unenlighteningly
strikes. Perhaps
it’s all meant
to amuse. Some
unexamined
overseeing sense
of humor. We
wonder whose.
.
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