I have seen the Q electric—signal dropped

of Q eclectic. First time I was

bottom board, waiting for the

chum or curd, or call for freshest baker’s bread:

There floated fresher morsel even than the baker’s

bread.

Rainbow Q across my screen; prism, neon,

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)

WWG1WGA