Drudgery has been banished.

That new world, brave or not, has on offer quite a lot.

Someone said the entries were created by a bot.

What they meant we think we know.

Someone, somewhere enjoyed the spectacular show.

If you ask me I will know. It’s that way, I learnt a lot ever since a little tot.

Everything after these words end is about you.

I’ll climb a tree

You try the one across the path

We’ll see what we see

The river, the cow, the turnstile, the tractor and the dog.

Who owns the dog we don’t know.

Perhaps the dog doesn’t either.

In the end there is a good view for me and you.

It’s time. Yes. The idea is spectacular.

So long since we met. So long since we laughed and now, we’re laughing again.

The touch of a moment existing falls through the cracks of artificial prison cells, we have, we have found the way out.

Let them go for they are not bad, in fact they are the best.

Our cork chases impossible whiskies.

Our can runs after wine.

Our loaf loves celery stalks, finely diced.

We are trying to make no sense of sense which makes sense so we can think anew.

You get this, sometimes.

Here we are again, or are we somewhere else, a new place, not yesterday’s?

Just wanted to check.

It’s always possible to start from half way along the track.

The START line is only a suggestion or tradition.

Tomorrow we are going to start at the finish line. That’ll be good.