The Daily Poem

THE LYRICAL REPORT OF AGENT JACK SYNTAX

The image behind me projected before me

    So no one can see that I come.

By stealth and illusion and reference confusion

    I thresh the Infinity Sum.

I slip through the knotting, where twisted and rotting,

    The moth-eaten murmurers hang.

Deciphered graffiti, the Nui, the Iti,

    The tricks of the poly-new-lang,

All simmer together till something gets better

    And maps of a memory come clear.

And there in the darkness, the solitude starkness,

    I shed what I can of a tear.

My blood is a fire of burning desire

    To see that some justice is done.

Before I'm departed, I want it restarted,

    That engine of energy fun,

    A bit like the light of the sun,

    That helped us get everything done,

    And kept us together as one,

O yeah,

    And kept us together as one.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

Punaauia, Tahiti, French Polynesia

Lat: 17' 38" S; Long: 149' 36" W

JOURNAL: Le Meridien Tahiti Resort (7th NIght)

~ The Daily Poet