Was it a golden age

of freedom of a certain kind

and were we then the lucky ones

the unchained, in my terms?

The next utopia may be rich and sweet

a virtual paradise perhaps

and honeycombed with images but

from which there is no escape

no vantage point

or cold light of day.

From restless souls are we come

from buccaneers with fast boats

their oak planks...

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Parking his car
By the gate of a hospital
A man got into a bar,
From an eye-shot  
Not far!

After a thief unfastened
The 4 bolts of a tyre,
The sale of which
Helps him make his day,
Seeing the owner
Approaching,
With the four bolts
He ran away.

Stranded, the owner
Was forced there  to stay
At a loss what to do
And  say!

"If you take  a bolt
A tyre from the
Remaining three,
...

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