Seth, Richard, Ray, Peter, thanks for taking a look at this, and for your feedback, which is really useful and much appreciated.
This is merely a piece of play, and doesn't even claim to be serious stuff.
Yes, I have an unholy fondness for opening all the paint tins at once, and fling them about, trying to say everything at once.
The main trigger for this poem was all these weird theories about the coming end of the world; I've encountered them everywhere and found the usual treatments of the topic a bit tiresome. So I tried to cook up my own version (like any wary consumer would prudently do).
The "adjust" part will definitely have to go, since it refers to a passage that I kicked out of the poem at an earlier stage. I forgot the missing link here, very sloppy of me, but shit happens. I'll replace it by something a tad more sensible.
Coherence? Well, miracles are said to happen occasionally, and I'm still hoping to be touched by the Spirit of Coherence.
"Poem generators"? I believe I've heard of them, but I'd prefer to pretend they don't exist. What if they actually work, what then? (Oh godalmighty. Will someone please, pretty please, write a poem about "poem generators"?)
Thanks again for your good ideas! It's joyful to hear what parts you like; it's helpful to hear what parts don't work for you.
PS: Now I have (hopefully) infused S2L5+6 with a modest modicum of logic.
Despite ourselves we have our Caribbean moments. (Wilfried Houjebek)