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the shortest day just
came and went
relatively abruptly

I believe that despite our general poor-show of not lighting of fires and chanting, burning someone ala nice Edward Woodward's police man, dancing sky-clad, recent reticence on the constructing menhirs, etc., we may, fingers-crossed, see the sun reborn tomorrow anyway. But I, skeptic as I am, wait to see.

you may have seen this on the BBC

I just wanted to say, ad hominem argument.

Here's how we feel about all the beautiful collision data ATLAS has taken over the last few weeks.

(This is an "Armenteros Plot" of -p_T⁺ vs (p_L⁺ - p_L^-) / (p_L⁺ + p_L^-) (where p_T and p_L are the momenta (of the positive/negative daughter), respectively transverse and longitudinal to the decaying particle's direction), and shows the decays of K⁰_s (in the smile) and Λs (right eye) and anti-Λs (left eye). It was included in today's ATLAS Report on first collision data, though in a less cheerful form.)

the verb the sun barely rose above the horizon
all the adverbs caught a cold
we nouns carried on being
with no doing and no doing-with,
just existing
our adjectives also froze and dropped off
as did analogies and similes, similarly
some time ago
so we are not like,
nor are we being something-ly.
just us
in is.

as black iron tendrils grow
on roof-tip-tops, and roof-windows are wood,
and some windows are walls,
as winged men and men in armour pick on, prick,
and spear-stick small dragons
as steep towers stretch to the sky,
and canals are as deep as the moon is high
we hear in the cold a Stroh violin
on the bridges below the water
we are only dreaming that we are dreaming
of the Brugge stupa