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Did you mean, dear daughters,

it’s the best that I can do?

I leave it to you to play

wild goose chase.


We’re all alone

trying to make a detailed profile;

after 40 years I question

faithfully opening

the protective wild goose chase,

dear epiphany fought in

the war on terror,

advertising photographs published.


You face the antisocial suicidal legacies

of our protection against natural disasters,

certain frequencies and harmonic overtones

which rose to the heavens without ozone protection

looking like a mad dog chasing its tail.