nothing too short to measure; the microscope in a microcosm 
the vibes of goats and the innocence of lion cubs makes me
wonder on about how moon and sun dine so moderately —

with economies crashing as civilizations of concrete of lore
my hair falling and students rushing to the cancer store
with my fairytale biography freshly brewed from a print ink
digitally craving, soaring and wanting the paucity of paper to be
so replete —

by the way that date went went.▬