dismiss the telegram
this is no exhibition
a pile of papers that are bound and tethered
we know the end of man
will stem from stale tradition
relaying opinions changing like the weather
and this will never be
and this will never be reversed
an installation
sending an open invitation
to all the pioneers
driven by suspicion
the old world is gone and we keep wishing
for a new frontier
to sink our teeth in
and forget what you thought you believed in
the plans we execute
are far between and few
but I