Ode to the Ionospheric Research Instrument

High in the stratus and solar wind blown.
Frequency ablate the mind and axis;
Active irregularities surging
Auroral tampering in the name of;
Research and derivative advantage,
Programmed to collimate harmonic reins;
To control the mother and her children
With polymerized sweet milk and guiding hand,
And ionospheric stimulation,
For one and all season and perception,
Until we think the piss a healing rain.
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Who does what amid bountiful, inborn grace?
If one were to seek surely one may find
The fulcrum proud and brazen peering aft,
Holding fast law and junction by design;
Or at best something found in the learning,
Redefined and opaque normality
Leaving only us and them to decide;
Ever steady intrinsic detractions
For of rhyme or in plausible reason;
To purchase by swath and by counted square,
Traded in adiabatic brace and famine.
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Where will the sons and daughters be sleeping?
A soft dying in slow mournful chorus,
In scale and model, rebellowed intent
As then to quail all ill presentiment;
Then no angst or woe can lay among us
All for not to fret in wailful alarm
Or to take advance in stand and dissent;
And gather in distrust or callow loss;
Heralding the new days in tone and pitch
That amoebic susceptibility;
That piezo-permeability.

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