scotus ruling

lets hypothesize a future with white
porcelain, and thousands of unblemished
Faces, and screens that light up from the
Inside, and there's no decay to be found.

let us project upwards from the cradle Around us, let us pretend that we are not Smeared with dirt, let us pretend that the Power is not on loan and this is the Truth.

let us be function without form, let us Embrace the poetry without motion, and Exalt in the absence of terror or hate. This Is not anything, appropriate by any stretch

let us hypothesize a clean world and not Clad ourselves in the mannerisms of the Old. That leads to curved fangs, curbed Voices in the mist; and then who sets it real.