A Home For Loveless, Yet Optimystique, Cosmopolitinarians

 
 
apostrophic
         (lightweight)
                      telegraphy
                                semaphore
sent a mess
age to Who-Knows-Where-City. A municipality on the
                   northeastern wedge'like spit of land known as
           Psortic Gostphallia.
 
to have come so far for so very little,
                                             is one of the great shames of this
                                                                dramatic civility
                         that's been shoved, pushed, trampled, and
                   otherwisely abused.  But we be no less alive, (perhaps).
 
      yet,  it is a place of boundless empathy.
empathy
            that survives
                              and thrives
                                         throughout
                                                     it's maze of little
                                                                     alleys and boulevards
                                                      that keeps
                                          all of us  
                       in wonderment
              as to how
     any-one
got here to begin with.
 
                                        Any idears. Any ancient, (or recent)
                                                  archeologic(al) artifacts  
                                      of the erstwhile phantasmagoria  
                                                that must have once  been
                                      here
before the entitlements in billions, had been faXed in a brown bottle via blue, so blue, sea.
                             Many generations later, we're still here, not worried
                 about the unanswered entitlements, or
           who we are, or when we'll  be going home.
 
 
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2012        dkzk     poom+pictur(deMal).....kozak