Sagan
Say it again (the phrase always ticked in his head when he thought of his name)
Sagan Carl
Sagan
he reminded him this morning of the nauseous
clusterfuck he was a part of
because
being an American meant youre infected by the other American despite your
virulent
objections to their slim majority platform
continuing into this midterm Election
when more than half of Americans werent inclined to be counted possibly not wanting
to be party to its dismal
politics
and yet our dismal politics and
its parallel universe are adored by one half of our two-party system
because their deliberate
corruption -- for Now -- is working to their benefit
They see our elections as WINs
and LOSTs US vs THEM
and negate any longview and
are unaffected that their inspired civil war
diminishes the country divides it
because as long as their
perceived piece of the pie is larger
They dont care
America is for their kind of
Americans alone their kind of Crusades
the jump from Sagan to politics isnt
really large or odd when considering Sagans
enormous intellect reasoning and
presence were swept from the table when he died
like toasted bread crumbs off a gingham
patterned tablecloth
and if such a strong reliable
presence could be diminished by death
what is to be made of the rest of
us
who may
be nothing more than occupants
who distinctly will not provide either intellect or reasoning or presence and yet see
these attributes mistakenly
melded into some believed crucible of online presence
failing to recognise that their faint flickering
Light would not be
if the tentative plug were slipped
without Machines Sagan will
still be remembered
could they really tout that of
themselves
when electric marquees arent seen when their lights go out
and their toasted bread crumbs
probably
wont be swept up by Anyone
because Anyone is going to be too
busy fending for themselves for housekeeping and their
crumbs will go stale and blend with the dust and mite mosaic scattered
crumbs will go stale and blend with the dust and mite mosaic scattered
Everywhere
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