Thanks, to ye, Donald John Trump, the, 45th President, of the United States … of America. Thanks to ye, the constancy of His pendulum’s swing, unmasks … an … evil … agenda.

This epic poem, written, in the ancient Greek tradition, by Puerto Rico’s Arthur Everman, algorithm … is.  Algorithms are, Twitter will tell ya, but sets, of logical … instructions.

Aptly entitled NUMBER:LETTER::PROLOG:EPILOG, Arthur’s poem is, one, long, algorithm. An algorithm expressed as analogy, allegory to His numbers, and a lettered, wisdom.

An allegory is Arthur’ homage to the poets, to His numbers and a wisdom, born of letters. What wisdom, there is, that is.  For a self-named ‘wise man’ oft acts, far less lettered.

Witness, Kim.  And, Don.  And, Art.  A megalomaniacally, lying, duo, Kim and Don, allied, against, their very own blood.  For, Arthur, like his brothers, world-wide, well … lie.

Accomplished liars are (wo)men.  We lie about everything.  To anyone.  To everyone.  We  are as it were, hard-wired to lie.  Witness, in sales, puffery.  And Twitter, Diplomacy.

For more than couplet verses, serially connected, is this critically alchemical, instruction. To all, but especially to Art Everman’s megalomaniacal, brothers, Kim … and … Don.