Amor Fati

Amor Fati

Augustus had friends 

who were paupers:

When someone tells their dream,

it's not as though you dreamed

their dream, Dan:

          Monoliths

Mountains 

Humber could have taken 

over curtain class. 

   Shrink to fit.

               Pixelate them.

                         Find recipes.

See her plates are     full. 

     Several are full     of half,

of half the people.     If she 

               shakes all     those

               then that     might 

     ease her aches.     But she 

likes those people.     People 

on the rest of her     plates 

     she can fault:     they 

are eating her     faster 

than she can     eat them. 

You've dreamed their dreams, Dan,

but.

Noooooooo, they had 

to glom onto the whole 

shebang. 

You may foresee: 

Eheu, ne rudis agminum

sponsus lacessat regius asperum

tactu leonem, quem cruenta

per medias rapit ira caedes.

Now, when Humber 

realizes how tiresome 

there will be no 3scape.

Re                    ally, things 

didn't                     make 

sense, b                    efore, 

eithe                    r. Except, 

"Poet                    s can just

fuck                    in' starve." 

Like prophets? 

Gird your loons, Dan.

Gird   your   loons.

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