“They can float across the Sea, they are waterproof verily, and they can drive on the Seafloor, like submarine trucks therefore, making mining great again, at nuclear war for when, no explosives in that way, but on the wires as we say, the war against entropy, is won by the thwarted Boats on the Sea, as rocking steadily towards the orders of solutions, correctly in dilutions, solution upon solution, of Swans in the Sea, that’s what it is verily, the lights there will be, very ethereal very really, the radical chemistry, and the dimensions that are, the sort where matter is by far, more in flux than before, right through the wall furthermore, a peril in many ways,

Is UFO land on to you?

What is it in Nevada they do?

As any old day

White and red planes fly on they say

Like the ferry to an Island

And who watches who

With the metadata in the air

Already true,

Or so we say

What kind of scanning did we see,

Today and yesterday,

Upon books of Sea,

And records of Indians verily,

Something out there is made unhappy,

A histrionic otherworld

Not to be permitted to unfurl

Part of the greatness

Waves that curl

Earning the Sea in the Summer verily

The Great Prophecy of Olympic Victory

In the way of 2024

As the President Came Therefore

Do you understand,

This is true again and again,