The Curmudgeon

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Nocturnal Emissions

God dreamed a universe, and woke, and tried
To call the fading vision back to light.
Mad fragments blinked before His sluggish sight;
Blind masses flickered, disappeared and died.
Loud He proclaimed that from Him none could hide,
Pursued the phantoms with His senile might,
Commanded loud; but never more saw quite
By what rules that dream-world was justified.

Thus incomplete, unjustified, inane,
From peaceful darkness routed and annoyed,
This universe must stay till waking cease:
The sterile spillage of His nighted brain
Briefly polluting silence and the void
With senseless spatterings of galaxies.

Samuel Grimsnipe

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