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The poem is to focus on what’s happening now.

How can that be difficult?

Alex Jones does speak of what is “hidden in plain sight”.

The poem’s opinion is “hidden in plain sight” and “eyes wide shut” mean the same.

We thus discover a correspondence between Alex Jones and Stanley Kubrick.

The problem now becomes to establish a lineage between Stanley Kubrick and Oscar Wilde.

A geneology might also do!

Indeed that might be a tough one, but then again, in poetry, the long shot which hits target by missing by a mile, and hitting the white rabbit before it ever friggen’ nears any internet rabbit hole, goes slow, so a Stanley Kubrick rubik’s “Cube” jostle and jest in chess gives the bejesus to the wild in Wilde.

I remember, and believe me I was with Alex when he first infowar roared and prison planet ran it — into the ground– a prison planet grounded in– daily grind. That’s it. Daily grind. Oscar, in Reading Gaol, transfixed and crucified to a prison treadmill– Alex, chiding himself as daily growing more and more grotesque, neglecting his Stairmaster, as if to say, display, display! Wear your freak flag freak flab as you wear your heart on your sleeve.

Alex is doin’ it, (wearing his heart on his sleeve) and EVERYONE IS DOING IT.