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Around foreign towns, all mutts begin to bark
en masse. Seen beside a lazy, plumed lizard
asleep and hazy, sunning on a bare, flat rock
such musicality unsettles; and thus mirrors

qua Hermes’ baleful caution: Let’s not relent!
Scalped by psyche’s past or divers ill fortune,
how decipher such a black-swan, wan event?
Populaces dimly heed any flood-tide moon;

apace, they never sort out or clear, clear text
from crypto. Even Diogenes fumbled vulgar acts;
will cosmic brains ever sift out scruffy pretexts?
Still, this seems to be an uncommanded rollback.

Green you, look deep at blunt-spoken metaphors;
mull Nature’s murky nature; fret Loki’s temblor.

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The author was born in St. Paul, Minnesota, and grew up in the jungles of Colombia. He holds a BS in Mathematics from North Carolina State University, an MS in Computer Science from the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill, an MBA from the University of California at Los Angeles, and a Certificate in Poetry from the University of Washington. An Honorman in the U.S. Naval Submarine School, he was Submarine Service (SS) qualified. He is a recipient of the Vietnam Service Medal, Honorable Discharge, and a Whiting Foundation Experimental Grant. He is a member of IEEE (technological society), AAAS (scientific society), and the Academy of American Poets. A former Boeing engineer.

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