Curious how it struck as the eyes first opening
to the Sun's morning ascent, just above the tree line.
Morning radiated in its own potential
as i awoke in its full golden orange splendor.

The day's manifold unfolding business unfurled GLP and
a Sun meditations thread from some far and distant place on this
revolving sphere. Lebanon.

Whole paragraphs as paragraphs and properly spelled words.
How foreign and distant is that?

Who is this Fellow of the rose? as if personal history
has any bearing on the content of quality in
the offering.

"Silver spoons to some mouths,
Golden spoons to others,
Dare a man to change the given order,
Though they smile and tell us
All of us are brothers,
Never was it true this side of Jordan."*

...but if mystery shall prevail it has to strike me
as a FoMoCo Lincoln Mercury overheating as evidenced
from steam in front of its grille in the green yellow haze
of some dawning of the rest of "our" collective lives.

To you oh rose who lead the Fellow and to the fellow
that blessed be in being by the evidence of the arcane
in the posts in the spawn of the lunatic fringe on GLP.

Thank-you for your your thoughtful work and the asset
of your time to share it.

For you today I will dance in honor.





* "Old Coat" as adapted by Peter, Paul, and Mary
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