What has to stop
for the satellites to quit doing
what they do?
What knows its own fate
and realizes its own consciousness?
What is beamed by the satellites?
What is lost?
What constructs the Universe’s reverberances?
What reverberates in your heart right now?
Your head being a reverberate point
between the bouncing ions
and the colors that are sequenced.
The Satellite God speaks to you.
It does what it will.
And the jugs of sweet tea are on sale,
the jugs of sweet tea are on sale.
You have a vacation coming up soon.
What has to take place for the vacations
to quit happening?
What has to walk towards What?
In What direction,
towards What place,
What family meeting area,
for What purpose?
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin