This is a spontaneous poem, inspired by the New York Times graphic of a globe bouncing off it’s mount. I often feel like I’m bouncing off my own mount. Rock and roll on my peeps.
I missed a line in the transcription, so read the newspaper version for the full poem. I also have a typo in the original, it’s a puzzle! Can you find it? ~TH~
— PROPS to illustrator IKER AYESTARAN — your name got cut off the scan.
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