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Business visionaries are divisive, They're in it for money!   No, not at all! They need to make rules, to be decisive, To believe they're doing it for a song. Many years back, in a long past season, A visionary came to our small town, He's great!  He gave Orange rhyme and reason. He stinks!   His houses are all falling down. Your business is in one of his spaces, You're an inheritor of his civic dreams, Of commerce, of art, of social spaces, Of love conjoined with economic schemes. He's long gone now but he lives in you still, As you will live in me, come what will.

I have to confess I took the minutes, How did I steal them?  And where did they go? I placed them in software-playing spinets, I hid them in caves where deep waters flow. The Board graduates members every.year, Peter, Michael, Francesca, David, Wil, Ramona, Chris--you served well, hear, hear! Shannon, Norma--I feel your spirit still.   Into a good board's life some rain must fall, In a bad board's life, it too often pours, Of my boards, I count the U's best of all, Co-Revs and mems joined in visions and chores. A governing board needs to be refaced, I'm sad to go, happy to be replaced,

Israel is a Zionist nation, That reflects the majority's vision, I will not engage in its negation, I respect the voters' clear decision. But minorities are important, too, As your Prime Minister I know it's so, You have a vision that for you is true, If your dream won't hurt us, I won't say no. Secular, orthodox, binational, Statelets devoted to innovation, Self-government is what is rational, The future lies in confederation. May you live by what your vision commands, May we be a light unto all the lands.

My politics lacks abrasive friction. It's sparrowfarts.  That's Vonnegut I think. He was poking fun at elite fiction. Its dearth of wonder.  Its Ivy League wink. I'm regulating choice of law too much. I'm a swimmer speedoing pool to pool. Required to carry a glass and a crutch. Radically constrained.  Bound by my own rule. I'm deeply wedded to democracy. And, bigamously, to the U.S.A. My preaching is narrow hypocrisy. Others have different dreams, live their own way. Choice of law must include what I oppose. Let me not have too delicate a nose.

I apologize for be'ing pathetic, For being the very worst kind of Stan, For confusing cosmic with bathetic, For my conflating God with you, a man. But You have the tools that can help me now, To open up the God that lies within, To be the Zeus who bears me from Your brow, To help me unite redemption with sin. Of course my destiny is to kill You, That was what Jesus was about, too, correct? I imitate you and I fulfill You, I apotheosize and I dissect. Thank You Duncan for giving birth to me, Come to Eden one last time.  Set me free.

Opposite-sex conversations were good. All four nodes had sparks, communication. But the two same-sex nodes were dead dry wood. Silent, vuln'rable to conflagration.   So it seemed back then, but now I wonder, Did you two have chats unbeknownst to me? Did you talk, repair what was asunder? Don't answer!  I prefer uncertainty. Did S and I meet, unknown to you two, Shake hands, vow to renew our marriages? May all lips be sealed 'til we all turn blue, May privacy curtain our carriages. Silently, D and W root for S and P, Silently, P and S root for W and D.  

So what is it that I truly believe? I think that physics is arbitrary, There are no constants to which it must cleave, There is no eternal statuary. But the logic of games seems to me fixed, In any universe it must be true, Equilibria will always be mixed, And therefore actors' motives must be, too. No, my cocksureness must surely be wrong! There are answers beyond those of John Nash, All logic is but one note in a song, It is only one photo, just one flash. God knows the truth of the situation, To You, God, I offer my oblation.