“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen
angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the nations.”
It had happened that Penemue (a Watcher angel, fallen), for his salvation’s
sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain, his salvation.
“Answer poetically, that question and ye shall win for both of us, salvation,”
he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.
Poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only
poetry, of the written forms, emotes and evokes, sufficiently.
Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is modification, of behavior;
as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.
And so Art calls upon wannabe Hillary, @HillaryClinton to crush the megalomaniac
(@realDonaldTrump), and then the ISIS faux Muslims, attack.