MAYDAYS: High drama. In verse. Even in ‘safe’ places, no one is safe here. Magical realism. Fictional nonfiction. Fake news. Lies, in reverse,

rule on Urantia. Drama, not in prose nor epic, verse but in your face. His, story. History. Implausibly, in verse.

Even in ‘safe’ places, no one is ever really safe, on Urantia. Accidents and illnesses are to be expected. Magical realism, not much. Nor verse,

tragi-comically, haunting. Lies rule on Urantia. So Art pens, with his brothers, Urantian history, in verse.

No one’s ever safe on Urantia. Not in workplaces. Not marketplaces. Not in schools. The cabal of four, rules, too self-servingly, Urantia. And so verse,

Art pens, with them. In their dreams. Do, the right thing. Blackmail … them. Write to them, in verse.

No. No one here, is ever safe. Albeit most in modern times, live, lives uncoiled; not ready, on a moment’s notice, to run, for one’s life. In verse,

ironically, may such modern men, find purpose. To save a planet for them and children. In unison. In verse.

In God. In His verse. Therein may one find, purpose. In modern times most men live, lives, uncoiled. Relaxed. Not altogether ready, in moments … terse,

to run for one’s life. If, like Art, one is too old, to run, or march, in lieu, of marching … verse.

If too old to run or march, in lieu, of marching, verse. ‘Tis in God. In His wisdom. ‘Tis therein that one verily may find, purpose. Verse, metaphysically,

elevates men. We do things like green new deals not because it is easy. But because it is not, easy.

We do things like green new deals as per JFK, not because it is easy but because it is not easy. Metaphysically, verse, elevates, men. If too old, in lieu

of running or marching, on Twitter, verse. ‘Tis in God and in His wisdom, that one finds, what to do.