The Don was born on June 14, 1946. ‘Tis been either 39 or 42 days since the past ides of March. For divining purposes, the Jewish Declaration Day

in 1948 or admission to the United Nations in 1949, vary only but slightly a key date. A most fateful, day.

‘Tis with good reason that Books caution against divining. Witness: Watcher Pen watching even as The Don was born. Throwing caution then,

and protocol, to the wind. For the first time in ages, the Watcher, acted. Messaging Paradise. Googling for Art, then.

For the first time in ages the Watcher, acted. Messaging Paradise. Then, googling, for Art. For good reason Books caution, against divining.

Witness: Watcher Pen watching even as The Don was born. Throwing caution and protocol to the wind, in his alarming.

Penemue. The Watcher. And Penemue the Watcher was duly watching, as The Don, was born. Ignoring then, caution and protocol to warn of The Donald.

For the first time in ages, he acted. Messaging Paradise. Googling then, Art, autistic brother, of The Donald.

For the first time in ages, Pen acted. Messaging, Paradise. Googling then for Art the autistic brother of The Don. Art. The brother, prodigal. Arthur, who from

his home was driven by the bullying of his older brother, Don. But from the future, Art is come.

From the future, is Art. Come to gift ye, a surprise, reprise. And once again, it’s poetry. For a first time in ages, the Watcher, acted. Messaging, to start,

Paradise. Googling then for Art, the autistic brother of Don. Then coming, in a dream, to Art.

Then in a dream did Pen with a plan, come, to Art. A surprise, reprise. Again, it’s poetry. Penemue’s subtle awakening of Arthur augurs, in man,

transformation. Pen then said, “Upon a sign tomorrow, begin on Twitter, versing. It’s what ye’re here for, man.

It’s Friday. A good day, to March. Or to pen poetry: To shame the cabal: Kim, Don, Xi and Vladimir. To reason with those not yet moved, or physically

unable, to march. A groundswell, swells. The cabal is feeling the pressure. An opportunity to address, connected … issues, duly.

Tweet them poetry. Tweet them beauty. In time. And in space. Little lines. Held together. By dark matter. And dark energy. Matters, metaphysical.

Incomprehensible matters, mostly, to us. Just be grateful. Give thanks. March, or pen. Show, ye are grateful.