I. Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc
Prognosticating then commemorating, I'll be thinking of a correlation coefficient between point nine eight and point nine nine. There is no saint without a sidekick and it's where no flag is planted that the mantis prays. The origami I know is not confrontational but has a right like any paper boat or crane to stand its ground. Blest are the undecided for they shall have cake and eat it too. A random number generator by another name would either
smell as sweet or smell as sweetly. If the lilies of the field would but refrain from somersaults and cartwheels they would worship no wrong god. The same applies to you, momentum, angular momentum. The observers of the lilies of the field need not be
conscious for them to have an effect. Three mortals oscillate to equilibrium. Three ethically blind men regard an act of vandalism as a snake or fan or tree. As signal is to noise as pain is to pleasure so they will have been on earth for seven days. The object is
more mirrored than it may appear. The consciousness emerges from the brains in vats. The offer will expire at midnight on September 19, 1991.

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II. Cheers
The habitable zone contains its boundary and the habitable zone is closed. The circles are
the nemeses of the ellipses, the ellipses which sink ships. I'd travel at a fraction of the
speed of light. If it's not butter then it's butter substitute. The Coloradans long ago forgave Balloon Boy's parents. Tune me to existence too. My skin is rigid but remembers. To the flying-saucer pilot I could be the Martian version of an ant. My sympathy in lieu of a solution, I will be your go-between this evening, tell me what you'll give and what you'll take. I'm thinking of a certainty between the nonexistent and the incomplete. I'm thinking of a gender between toxic masculine and Dunning-Kruger. My thermometer, though cognizant of Newton's law of cooling, isn't cooling smoothly. Have the decency to be invisible and hold that pose.

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Heikki Huotari, on a hunger strike in opposition to the war in Vietnam, was court-martialled for refusing to eat. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published more than 400 poems in literary journals, including Pleiades, Spillway, the American Journal of Poetry and Willow Springs, and in six chapbooks and six collections. He has won one book and two chapbook prizes. His Erdős number is two.