Thursday, 10 September 2015

Concurrency & Ontological Dysphoria


My every woman a Wendy tho' Great Pan's death's my Pentecostal St. Peter
In my Fifties I've turned trendy so Holocaustal Thy Sita's Demeter
& tho' only to say 'Floreat Etona!' Hook's Sankara crocodile talks
Time yet has its Planck which Sorrow continuously walks

Envoi- 
Prince! Confessor or its Parallel Processor's Professor of record
All Concurrency is its own plangent lost chord.



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