The blue-virus-flag-pandemic of nationalism / Hanging the [blue white and] red flag is a red flag / It’s blue, so am I / It’s bull and a red rag to mine / Let’s defrag—unflag

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Written by Catherin J Pascal Dunk

Flags bruise the main roads, cleave to housefronts, fences, flagpoles.
Our blue flag is a 🟥 flag; a blue, white and Red flag. Our colonial
flag means death. Death by hanging. Death by gunfire. Death with 🩸

Death by racism and assumed ownership. Death by disease.

Flag flyers are the 🟥 raggers to my bull — and my bull 💩 detector.

My flag is an end to all flags — all nations, states, borders. A defrag flag.
The end to ownership — by state; by individual; passed on to family.

We cannot own the 🌏— She is there and we visit — each for a brief turn.

We trace some three-score and fifteen ellipses ’round the ☀️ —
pass thirty-thousand axis rotations — then it’s done.

In such a brief spell, we can no more own the 🌏
than we can scry the 🟦 darks of (even a limited) mind.

What the heck is a Longette?

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    2. Yes, an original piece with symbols cleverly placed…

      Really liked Our blue flag is a 

      🟥

       flag.

      And how the world is there but we merely visit before you go on to explain how long for in unconventional measurements.

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  2. …Longette, the Lite version, and other poetry stuff. Actually, I’m starting a collaboration with another poet and we plan to release something small, online, for free. If you like that idea, we could do something similar. It may be released in the remainder of 2026. So I’m thinking with you, 2027 at the earliest.

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