Every weekday in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #47:
Nothing at all is working the way it should be today. However, with the application of coffee and good food, that has begun to change. Destiny is in my hands, after all. It is probably the moment to start making more of that than I currently do…
The Internet of Words 