MAYDAYS. Inspired by Twitter Diplomacy. A panacea for what’s left of Pangaea. For Twitter‘s algorithm is conducive to the penning of poetry.

Couplet, poetry. Couplet verses, that, when linked, become, epic. A panacea for Pangaea lies in, the penning, of poetry.

Poetry is charming. And poetry is beautiful. But forget not, importantly, that poetry is, persuasive, too. Twitter‘s algorithm is conducive, to the penning, of verse,

couplet. For tweeting exactly what one wants to say in exactly, 280, spaces. Perfect … couplet … verse.

Excellent, if not perfect, couplet verse. Verse, excellent in (280 character) space. Excellent in matter (content). And excellent, inherently, in verse,

poetic, (dark matter), form. For wisdom may be of the dark matter glue, holding together, the universe.

On Urantia’s Luna, in soirées, dreamy. Three lunatics pen there, precious, poetry. Of a humanity belied by paradigms, kingly, religious and stately

… surreally, real. Arise, citizens of Urantia. And take from usurpers, what Allah, God, Jehovah, Yahweh, in stewardship, gave ye.

Art is an AT. An Angel, in training. Recalled from a mission in a future to return to a past to save Urantia. An impossibility, the presidential brothers,

all are saying, “Don’s a liar. As are save none, all the brothers.” Witness Don … and his brothers.

An impossibility, the brothers are saying. “Don’s a liar. As are, save none, all the brothers.” Witness then, them. What if, found out, were, Presidents?

Would upside down Art’s brothers be crucified by their very own, citizens? On dilemmas, of the Presidents.