I have seen the Q electric, signal dropped
of Q eclectic. The first time I was
bottom board, awaiting the fresh of
chum or curd, or call for freshest backers bread:
There floated fresher morsel even than the baker’s
bread.
Actual Q across my screen; prism, rainbow,
Half-lit scrim.
One hundred billion blips encrypted.
The finest troll the world has seen,
The Pepe of every maidens’ dreams,
The blessedest of blessed memes:
Q+
And if we are so truly blessed—
The gestalt of all our better angels
whose trumpets surely sound the call: (together then, with them we say)
Where we go one, we go all.
-Anon