The Point

The Point was very dull to very sharp
As it redacted among time lit frames
Sometimes to never be barely seen
To ripple under then above visibility
But then it would arise like a mountain
To peak razor prick sharp mid precision

It would wait under shifting light cover
Of tinted shades and dried shadows
RIP sunlight or Bee moonlight sessions
Better record second to minute to hour
For that very Point wilt shalt never return
Unless one remembers “The Point”

RIP Poet After Hospital Stay
One hopes to be remembered
But Alas Amiss Death Time Fades
Asp Ghost Writer Whisper

Getting things together for American Democracy Pre Estate Sale

Proceeds to goto fund to SAVE 250 Years of America from MTPA (Make Trump President Again)

David L Young
06/28/26

It would be Impossible Miracle to get response in today's mUSk ICE Control bye MAGA Billionaires. WE The People mUSk give up. Could a POET Save America from (MTPA) itself?