Spontaneously written and completed in one week after a powerful geomagnetic storm in late spring in the city of Philadelphia during which an Empty Duck recorded everything in order as it came to hand.

Be warned! These 128 eclectic koan like verse are the expression of a rascal in the lineage of the hand bitten and equivocal Norse son and skáld poet, Týr. They may just leave you feeding the hand that bites you!

some may delight some offend still others fall flat
the sower simply reaches into my bag of weeds
scattering his seed this way and that
whatever may grow is only in your mind

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