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Jan 2023
Oh, King, live
for ever, et cetera, and so on,

so it goes, Vonnegut biome restored.

We got past the Norwegian Rats,
while believing ourselves something
like Lemmings, led to know we know
- selah, axial, slowwwwing brake
I was also beguiled, I know, I can
beguile, I saw what Jacob saw,
tricksters prosper on lies/right.
uses and ex-uses sold
for your souls focus, tune in to noise,
turn into the soluble state we share in mind.
Think, feel, pointy
ah,
something, for sure, I know I
am not such a creature and, sure as hell,

I took the dive. To this day, I believe,
I was allowed.
Only the bravest lemmings sometimes
take a great notion, and jump into the ocean…
clinging to a spider sail, while riding a raft
of rats fled from Hamelin.

To improve in so many ways,
the twisted web we weave, on final
-edit
The lots were cast into the lap, and I won.
I am the kid that escaped to Ein Gedi,
with all the secret recipes
for incense and libation.

This idea has swallowed all my mental
fragments, since about 1973,
and put them all folded neatly, into my
legendary bag of tricks…

you see my means of attracting my own attention,
yours if you think you are lost
in this
time, this seeming ever after
any point is made,
we watch if drift into eternity,

this goes to the bottom and it never comes back,
but
riverwise we know, floods come, and floods go,
but old man river, river of no return, tunes
to align with an oriental fisher trick
- in many futures this is 2023
we can witness with drones today, dolphin wisdom,
we, the augmented with smart phones,
since we were born,
we youtubian oddities…
attention to lifes details payers,
what is me seeing you see me worth?

We can watch Bottlenose Dolphins spin mudnets around
schools of fish in the shallows at land's edges,
then “Clear water has no fish” bubbles as a thought,
whistle listen qīng shuǐ wú yú
- think of the engineers intuition
see the escapees flee the unseeable truth,
in the mystery life holds as
clouds of unknowing growing
to entertain our ever learning brain
-man does not live by corn or fish alone,

do the math, what are the odds,
wanna bet we can catch dinner on the fly.

We learn to fish from fish. We learn to reason,

from something else,.
I travel on an activational frame of mind, a window into ever from now...
some how, it is a water to fish, I heard from Foster Wallace.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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