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,.

The loneliness still stays, lingering like a stained piece of cloth.
No one to talk to.
Just no one.
Alone and dreaded.
Disappointed and bored.
Dissatisfied and strung out in all correlations.
I feel empty, alone to the darkest pits of me.
Solitude does not feel good anymore.
Depressed and rejection.
Cold and miserable.
Nothing to help.
Get me out of here.

& the next time the wind blows that familiar scent,
Reminisce on the benevolence of what we once had,
The essence of what once was,
& the potential of what was left behind,
A time adrift.

Weary is the wanderer who travels with no true destination,
Hesitant is the past he's abandoned home,
Unconscious is his pursuit with no avail,
Forgotten is her memory as he treads sporadically; endless turmoil.

& as you shade me with relief from scorching rays I bask in your benevolence,
For you are a creation of infinite cycles,
A manifestation of life itself,
An essence of soul's past,
A recollection of karmic accounts,
My friendly companion.