Genetic DIY in my realm,
Glow, little glow worm, glow puppy or guppy or
maiden hair, modded to the max-men can
imagine, when agreeing to believe.
"nothing
imagined shall be impossible for them"
or the sense
that makes,
conveyed in words di
gestated long long long ago
ere toungues was tangled
and us and es and ds and hs and bvs
umlauts and tildes and tittles and jots
attempted to say it all after
it is written is/was
different than it is/was said, it is common
filth is now
called clean, in greek
with homophony rhymes and rhythms
'idin' aitches and gees us commoners
miss, out on the edges of the
fusion, with which,
those wild tongues was tamed, in time,
write the message, make it plain
in the school of the prophets, thems' the rules,
publish precizision bits of insight into knowables
known,
the knowledge of our
mob, told and re-told, told and retold, told and re
one moment.
A glimpse of a gleam of a photonic
spec, seen proper,
it was a germ-cell mod, in a word.
Spat, rather than spoken. A message at the level
where you nowgno this is possible -- a flick
of a gene switch on the ladder like
structure bhering message-engers up and down,
instructing structures to form frames on which you
may sublimate and recompose, upon a grain
of pre-pearl material,
pending loosing of that pen-ultimate lie.
Look, who's tellin' what to whom?
Like, Do Not Lose The Thread of History,
which happens to need re-tying,
from time to time,
like a shoe, yes, child, like a shoe.
Worthy to tie my own shoe, at two---
you d'man! Ex-clam, pure pearl polished
Big Boy, tied yo'own shoe,
Momma gonna buy you a diamond farm,
just over that hill,
you go see, someday, you will
Find a Diamond Farm, where the reality
of what coud be,
began to gestate, wait, diamonds are not for
ever.
Diamonds are for grinding gritty silicon to the
finest dust,
to force a sneeze, re
leasing, loosing, letting go, all the lies you knew,
to chew
well, raw liver-level, nasty tastin' pre-
digested crap from alchemical rantings
a guy said he seen
after some spit from a perfect stranger
got rubbed in to his eye,
pearly friction feels this way,
can't scratch it, gotta gum it,
roll it round
and round, like Redman,
or cow cud, a chaw,
a chew
someunsame, somesamesame sniffles,
in my realm,
swallow the final chawn and un spat lie,
and gasp at first glimpse of next.
In blow my own horn celebration of my Diamond Farm now saying at least the first line has been read twenty thousand times. In his lifetiem, some famous guys never have a single line read twenty thousand times, i'm jazzed, in an old hermit way.
