The above blurb was just a random late-hour gaff. An exercise to combat insomnia. I saw in it, I suppose, a jingle quality, ..some possible truth, & some humanity..in a medicine wheel sense, that I felt like sharing, for lack of anything else being produced last night/early this morning dbisly.

If you read it at all, read it for the playful structure, the remainder is grain-of-salt stuff. (That’s not to discount your reply, Herr4.5)

We’re all Gods above the little fishies in glass bowls, all-powerful, all poisoned by our unbalanced existence, but amongst the whales, who beach themselves rather than suffer another cycle in dire view of the landlubbers who rape their paradise, we’re the little fishies in plexiglas bowls. & so it goes ..and goes ..and perpetually goes ..away.

All this communication technology & we, the people, have never been more cut off.