I’m weary of trying to continue to word-my-way into some sort of clarity about this imperiled planet, and the sickening breed intent upon its ruin. My former ruse---assonance and alliteration---seem not to hold the water that once floated my messy, mixed-up metaphors. So…my creator-fuse is soddened this mornin’
So be it.
All literature will soon enough be stardust.
It is waste of good fishing time.