set the scene, you are old. As old as any one you ever knew.
Locked in

isolated for the incubation of whatever they
they
they, these
masked  others,
I see eyes only, like if Lone Ranger were inside out,
where his mask is, is eyes and their fleshy environs
to the edge of brows, still effectively
arching, one by one in some
models of these hoo-min…
beings

whatever they swabbed in my gnose… is
working…
Things morphevolverevolve and twist to catch a beam
slipping past the shades,

see, there
in your eye, I see, that mote be me, my self,
might I

extract my self and leave you wishing for more?

Well, if my attention is all I own, and may
self generate, in return for
earning,
learning or reacting to mazing devices for
finding why I choose

if my will is surrendered to chemistry,
where is the code
hat keeps time
n chnce missing random keys in random lines?

WHY must I never forget how to ride a bike?
How can I ever forget U, U'

facing front from the first learned cross,
any color works, Mondriaan sub-'tility
be not decieved of the
more than 43 quintillion ways to scramble a Rubik's cube,
of all those,
there is only your definition for the right state to prove, if you wish
there is a perfect mix,
equally tricky,

beguiling, in fact, to watch a seven-year old on Adderall do this.

Real world, real war
in the spirit realm, breathing
leaven disemboweled,
yes yes yes
gaseous we beasties,
mobs
and congregating misinfirmed
conforming to the mould,
black and green
up up up morpheme ob
serve
some body from the edge in

piercing ever-with points of
everish means to ends,

tat-too too you, Dr. Joyce Brothers,
my boy's
real TV Glenda,
good witch of the west, who goaded us
past understanding
Thalidomide,

when we cried, for Miss Sherri's baby,
as in my future then, my daughter
Natalie, would cry, for baby
Jessica, who really did
fall into a well…

--- same size well head as we had at 120 Oak
--- I just noticed, meandering past
         wondering if I cried, when my baby sister,
             Peggy, died, in late '49? -- no, '50.
Cancer, of the sort fallout causes, we later learned.

Obtuse, to use the oft idle word
to mean to-ward or
a-gain-st
t'use the expression for compression, squeezing

water from a stone,
breaking marrow from the bone, listen
to the fire,
feel the story keep us warm,
long nights,
with only little dancing candle flames,
to emphasize the phases -- moons,
and moons, mensal mental clockish

I will if you will go go go rhythms
of the falling rain,
swishing wishes to know…

will you still love me,
tomorrow?

Clear California December, with no fires, fine day
Sunset
Tangerine to deep purple

first sliver of the moon, and
pirouetting in the distance
what star is this...
Giant Jupiter and golden,
ringed Saturn are now nearing their December 21 great conjunction. They will be a dazzling and exceedingly rare sight near the young moon in our evening sky. Don't miss them!

https://earthsky.org/tonight

Teasers, itches wishin' scratches,

gentle dharma level reasons to be
attended to
now,
lest we forget
unget
ungiven sigils signifyin'finite
insignif-ican't sirs, if I can
sort the signal from the noise
-- pause, remember
watch something on the idiot box, oh yeah,
that reminds me,
here's the itch, that fully funcyanin' lie,
yellow and black warning with
magenta scars burn printed
RK Nexivm cult branded
pain proven acceptable
true children of pride,
humbling themselves,
to be the knowers
of the secret
meaning
brand name, rampaging stallion
roger out .-. -.- the code is RK okeh.
K being gone black, fade to black snappy,
tic click 256 shades from white to K
saturated all light absorbed,
out, black, night ink
itching to link
one thought to another,

peace of mind, itchless wonder
being the aim of artists intuition
given poetic licentiousness's final amen.

... now, I lay me down to sleep.

{excerpt}
pop.
You no yo, yo se, I stretched my attention,
to the last chapeter,
then I read the TOC,
to know I say, how this book shapes up,
ignoring gut reacting with
I don't believe these things, I

have roots in fructifiable seminal radicalization

my knowers are as old as time, bio-me, gurgles,
gaseous, reason for
beans banned in Pythagorean realms of geometry,
for this very reason,
something smells off.

"get rid of all the distractions, and see as a child might"
then reason with your old man,
can we leave these childish interpretations?

This is cheesy, clabbered cream, we can survive,
if we can swallow this stuff,
but I can't say for sure how or why it works. I'll read

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1v3VUX6FU8oBkta1Q7SuZrNt79psaM9aqkY3lHBOyBOA/edit?usp=sharing

https://anchor.fm/kenpepiton/episodes/Covid-era-1-ecssun