11.12.2015

Cold Sun


it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
A cold sun comes, and under its beams
Is seen that what is, is not what it seems
Ought it be warmer - by whose design
When the whole world is fettered with rime
A cold sun! As if no one yet knows
What warms the wind, when the wind blows?
Does the lake of fire, a bottomless pit
Warm the whole world with igneous spit--?
Does a secret store deep in the sea
Make life warmer than else it would be?
Volcanoes that vent ring the great sea of peace
Their ire feeds us carbon as oft as they please;
And the trees and grass find it pleasant enough
Which smooth off the weather, where it is rough
A cold sun! Quite spotless as seen
With instrument, but what could it mean?
Expecting God to punish quite before his time
Though maybe his wrath is the fetters of rime
A cold sun! And let the cows flatulate
While they dream the universalist state
Mere owners could profit these little ones
Such as it is when the cold sun comes.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
maunder cold minimum sun

2 comments:

  1. I see what you did there. You're quite familiar with your universalist rhetoric aren't you? Quite timely! Well done.

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