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it was the year the patriots went 19-0 that things started going poorly for humanity.
this aspect of the story was not reported on.
for years before this the unimaginable had become imaginable so many times,
that it meant less and less to imagine anything.
the export of the american lifestyle was rapid, and everyone in china started driving cars.
the exact breaking point could not be pin-pointed.
if you asked some family, it would be the day their son or daughter stopped keeping up with the burden of each day,
lost their job, and succumbed to this or that.
the way a suspension bridge, if neglected, will pull at all points, until some weakest point unwravels its cable braid,
starting a seaward cascade.
nobody knew, watching the presentation of the lombardi trophy,
that all humans before and after,
had aspired to this point,
and would use it as reference.
that all tales of myths of glory,
all pomp of rome and madcap mongol sieges,
were approximations of this.
that from this time on, when the present was compared with the past, there would be no forgiving vagaries of a blurred historical record, to help us discount what we had once been.
this time, a perfection we could not live up to ever again was captured in high definition.
sometime before, a guy named gene sprague jumped off the golden gate bridge, after walking back and forth for 90 minutes,
with his hair whipping about
and his life's agitations playing
repeatedly on his face
and in his nervous and surprisingly ungrand gestures.
and he stood, on a rail, facing away from the water, and tipped away from foot-traffic
with christ like arms
and two or three unscored gymnastic tumbles into an ocean
that is no great fan of the patriots,
even though they were the greatest of all time.
and this leap was captured as part of a feature film. the clip then was posted, once or twice, or so, on youtube and people put the music they felt fit to it.
this is an obscure reference,
the analogy to past works
being the historical or minor figure
who a scholar would require a footnote
to explain
or even justify.
now of course,
the only universal of this age,
being the lack of all universality
and so the equivocation of everything,
this reference isn't the type a scholar could explain or justify.
now there are resources to research that make their funneling of the characters of a poem or a reference, unnecessary.
only the patriots, who everybody knows, and freekboyG who nobody knows, remain in the common voice.
and after the patriots, there was no point in singularities, and no story could have a happy ending.
humanity held on for a while,
fidgeted, looked upon tom brady's god-like face,
and surrendered,
in careless spirals
and collapsing bridges.
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