how big the microscope?

Mr, P. ordered his thoughts, scanned headlines

the subscriptions needed renewing
teen mothers cancer scares prognosis delivered on postcards
teenage gun rampage failed IT system

he read American poetry on the top of the bus, oblivious to the stares

the graffiti stunk.

extracts from his diary would be found:

“the last Roman left this land amongst artifacts buried covered
archaeology
it would be funny if this was all an experiment
but how big the microscope?
how clean the laboratory?”

He possibly wrote it on auto-pilot as beads of sweat were produced in pot holes filled with lost cavers attached at the waist by frayed ropes

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2 comments

    • eatmorewords

      The TV feed wasn’t live
      just a looped playback
      looping
      circumnavigating
      orbitting thresholds of reality

      the cavers were interviewed
      treated as victims of a hoax

      Bermuda Triangle conspiracies
      masturbating on the Turin shroud

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