Author’s notes: This piece “Einstein” in some sense builds on an earlier piece – “Copernicus”
And continues the same appeal set out there for life and against death...
And won’t lovers now revolt
Against rebels who laminate pet animals & drag the ringed nosed downward.
And fossilise and cram and pray evil odes or prose do live large in Matristan.
We freer few will not murder for a jar of red rum or lay on no dial calibrated.
O Niagara, O roar again even as Edith, cold – eyed, doth grimly eye loch tide.
For now is poetry tree, East and West, pollarded, straightened and dried all to be?
Does strategy get art?
No, it is opposed; Art sees Trade’s bellied prone position in shades park
See high demonstrates, yet arts no crimped medieval puppet Midas can know.
No, it never propagates ere a detection gap on elf’s key gate is the nametag.
Forward then we are drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to a new era’s vista.
Better to repel evil as a live leper than red root put up to order and purchase it
Still from the red Nevada
And won’t lovers now let loose their flow
Incrementing voice with passioned discontent
And say, Rise, morning is red, there’s no wonder sign in Rome
Neither then nor now saw ye mosses or foam, or aroma of roses there.
And won’t lovers now revolt against Norah’s foes, billeted in the armour of
Passion And order the red rose of Sharon and sprinkle mountain head with
Love’s refrain echoing once again and say, Now sir, at last the war is won.
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