Ai-elman, from the two rivers
these old novels
said to hold the whole trope
truth and hope crushed to trust

ever molten, cold mercurial wall
medium
meditating time and space

Stories. To die for, others
we live for.

Which are yours, the *** I rode in on asks, with
a twitch of an ear, here, here

listen old man, if we willed we
came this far
today, how far did we get to morrow,

for oh,
so many of those are behind us now,
now we know what old is all about.

The lie that lives
is bound in a book or told, vocalized
-ever hear a calf cry in a milk barn
-make that noise
as tale one may make into a metaverse,
- it lacks a name or that name
- is unspeakable, that is the ploy
- say my name

whither idle word awrit or spat, some say
in the beginning,
first dot to mean e, or some sucha thing
a letter
.
let it be knowing, exponentially
growing, stretching edges
pushing press press
up against gravity
itself the core
of all that holds us, here, earthly
as we seem
we heirs of wind and nada mas,
masters of making

mistakes retaken as chances, work look
second glances,
some thing seems
shiny
see'

it moved it chewed abit of the bud
I grew, in that twisted branch that led
to ba'hai, yes,
hai. right.

Fun though, nobody hurt, you know
when its real,
and you forget to breathe.

- good line
- you're mortal now, doitchaself
- faster
- or slower, lighter
- or darker,
darker, oranging a purple mantle
on three wanderers,

parts of the system we are parts of,
actual parts.
functional, working parts, paid
with vicarious thrills, djewnotice, its
colder now,
and darker, yes, I did, notice, there
remain tribal bonds,
some sealed in blood and love, as the
weavers of wondering tales told in days so
old
'tis a wonder, there' any life in these'tall,

gutteral stops'as commas do signal. stop
,'.; signs letter's signal subtilities subtler
than any beast, a we we imagine

we may realize
eventually eats us alive,

Jolishit, that felt so real/

8 seconds. Minimum, you're 10 minutes short.
Your overrode the stats.
What were the odds?

We know we know too much for any mortal,
to know alone, we first learned this fact,
as wishes to be, ur-ged us ity, we
stretch all of nothing, me,
the being unbound, fore thought, not
fore gone conclusion,
not play alluding words as gasps, ah
****.

matter doesn't matter. pfft. flip
anti-matter doesn't matter, pfft. flop

I fear
I lack a reason being as
I am nothing, ever begun, I am
as I think, I see, aha I thought this could be

but then
it was not, just
not I, ah a reply, a bubble in this emptiness

the circle is the symbol, id est nicht das

D'ow, duh, ****, split unfinition de-fine sifted
to this
first point made in shared reality,
we exist, not I, we, the people, the minds
attuned to knowing growing as we grew from
nothing, near total darkness, as permanent
event, with nothing in it, no in in it, if fact

if you wish to imagine nothing and never coexisting.
I made a set for that, the null set, where vain prayers
e vaporate, and precipitate the hope
once held, long enough, to be

today
we, the heirs of wind and time and chance,
just so special
with science, knowing, as we may
know, augmented as our mental
acuity
allows, we learn, as we grow
tools to twist in patterns
cogito exstantza
sense, which sense, slip my mind find
time in fact, with some things
living
in a construct, a mental image made up.
Up from bits
of attention, I suppose, giving order
to a packet of act
ifity occuring in the boys's room,
with a 25 year collection of Lego pieces,
and a few surviving Tinker Toys,
but not the real wooden ones,
plastic hollow stick, these plastic ones
shatter
when stepped on, leaving edges so sharp
as to pierce the eye beholding
the whole operation,
in innocent ignorance, no boy
notices the fallen Tinker Toy as a danger
maker, laying useless {but for harm},
or for making tiny holes

or cuneiform, yes, those could be made
with shards of plastic remains
from another era's best toys
slipping into Disneyified
recollection, yes, I  do
remember those army
men, and the pain
of stepping on jacks, I think as I sweep
my tinker toy memory trigger device
in to the plastic dust pan,
always close at hand.

What is right, for me,
may be
not right for you, see.

You rightly may be a nut

existing essentially alienated LH cross threaded

and waiting,
(if you do not wait, what good may come?)
and waiting to find a *****
or a bolt that might
tighten you the wrong way, just right. Relearn a thing
• The six great simple machines are
• the *****,
• the inclined plane,
• the lever,
• the pulley,
• the wedge and
• the wheel and axle.

From <http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2014/09/decided-screws-turn-clockwise/>

• Mnemonics (devices to aid memory)
• date back to the 5th century BC and
• Simonides of Ceos, {Key-os, almost chaos}
• who developed the method
• of loci (locations), later used
• by Roman orators
• to remember long speeches.
•
• ssstopthedots
With loci,
a series of locations are memorized,
then an object is associated with part
of the speech.
Next a visual image is created
with one
of the objects
in each location, and
during the speech, the orator simply needs
to visualize each location.
Are we on the same page, this is where  portions of hope
sorta
• bubble

list listen cut and gluonic sniffit ifit bleeds, it leads
this is readyreadergnoshitstor re
solved, remember, the landmarks hold old stories.
- of course you know them- the idea is to ever know them\
- unbelieve the lies those storys matured under to endure
- to now when riddle spoilers loosed that FTA spell,
- donchaknow we learned ***** from shinola pretty soon
and
acronyms,
numbing error ringer dinger sounds,
associations and catchy-phrases.

I heard, the security guard
remark, in passing...

Yeah, be dark soon, reminds me of a time, a cousin
of mine, kilt a rather dark skinned child...

Cold and old,
and worthless dead than alive,
I can imagine,
there's a reason for the season
being as, just
about now, like clockwork, in the movies,
days begin to linger, longer, some
part of the end, lingers, peaceful, yeh,

remember those koi ponds, on the cliffs
in Encinitas, yes,
yes, we all do, we did that walk together,
there is an old carp there, who makes this peace
take
it, feel me see you think a real isation sensation
blame me,
dang me, I did not know the gun was loaded.

Et tu, eh, brute. Bully, you dance,
Richochet, as the Cajuns say,

my cousin, Sidney Dancer, was told to dance,
and he drew- touch
a trigger and the aim was off, he, hit the real
Michelle, a guys name, among his kind,
Flores, and worse,
he was Sidney Dancer's friend, and we were
eleven, goin' on twelve.

*****, was as bad then as now, I guess, but
Sid was no *****, as a kid.
Nor was Michelle, but he was not a kid that long.

Can't you do anything right?
As a nation, my we, my act I made up,
as a mind, as bear
me, the big ol' teddy bear I became
when she wed me,
as she did… yes, she did

my awesome new creature, some how
lost all hope of wind
change, whistled away,
the courage departed at the first, estimation-

- interupture, bloats out, bic bubble,  popped in
- this stream to rewind the new mine, sparkfire
- mine, me, I whistled that very tune, go
that rock song about a river in Russia,---
not then, now, then

I got angry, a gift I gave, was rejected, my god,
wombed man, what must I do to know
as you know, knowing good and evil?
- where did I miss,
- I gave, oops, an iron.
- I called it a gift, but it was a common tool
- we needed in those early days of suits and ties.
But when I got angry, at the rejection, I slipped
into a schema, a modulation, in a wave… a point
- this was that point, ever once began with
Green satin sheets, a gift too
slippery,
not a point a foul, judged evil,
no good at all.

Knowing, if I do know, y'know
like what one
might know,
once, upon a taste,
slow chew, soft chew to taste, something
in this other tree
is new, new as any new shown thing
in this new polity
state, a new being, yes. this is it.

Make up a mind, or find one ready
made to take you in, and you cease
to be
you.

--------- later, we take up these qwerty codes
as in olden time

signals, modulation rhythmic silent letters
sounding
----
time and space, as the vehicle, the bubble,
we live in, or on, or as a part,
perhaps, of a we, awe-ish,
we function as a piece, in the whole idea
holy,
fill it, fill the hole, fill the empty, whither
nothing was and now,

I see, I am.
Where nothing was, I am, now
seeing as I am
where nothing was, am I as
nothing, open source
spirit, in a word, mayhaps,
may has always
been your way to go, we say
may be could be, no permission,
no mission maybe, go,
this is the message, the medium we be in.
Certain,
something is real, as real as any angelos,
as an os
developed to reach Lex Fridman, as an an-
swerving answer found
round that prickly little hedgehog facsimile
wink, past, flash glimpse
sense,
eh, bow, oops,
wow, I ran into the strong man in Iran
ascriptural blockage bear trap for lying spirits
Where Persia yoostabe, I managed to slip
through on a green sheet, that flipped
over time into an invitation, to a party
three weeks ago. Missed it.

Daniel's message read,
Excused. How could you cogitate the ways
time and chance twist the dance to seem
a tangle of possibilities, burnt satin
ash of things that never mattered, spirits
unprecipitated, Red Spot, Ted Talk, chalk
it up to another Warholian pro-phecy
or pro- fessing fident confi dense ity, we
inspire con-spiritstory-aspirations, toward awes.
as we beingspirits, at most, we make wind in the
bubble, we heirs of breath y nada mas,
we breathe meaning, even, average, virtue, which is
virtually an idle word in many tongues, virtue is
"moral {moral, really, what is that?
-AI says they may use the same tool,
-in an ever where chess is infinitely played, let them learn}
Lex's AI reads Hello Poet- tryal
-link, link, think, reader, first reader, mora-
more more more or, no, now define,
- the point-
show
strength,
high character,
goodness;
manliness;
valor, bravery,
courage (in war{LIE, I cry, war, morally, repulsive,
I talk back to war as my moral use of courazonic
minds erupt in matters consci-ence
weighing the worthy breath
versus the empty breath});
excellence, worth,"
from vir "man" (from PIE root *wi-ro- "man").

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=virtue&ref=searchbar_searchhint>

Wierdo, dam, vvery wary are we, mere winds in minds
that never matter, participate - no price, appraise
an angel, a message, nada mas participate in
precipitation, frost warmed forms morning dew
drops, and those, flow after,
dropping plop, into this river of no returns,
royal flush. Try to or try et?
Po-et-ry…,
like Whiskey and Rye, why must something
hold the spirit of that thing
to taste a worth of trying again,
and try… in order
Think; I think, commas mean breathe, and ; these
are winks. I betcha, what Jesus would do, were you
to ask him, what is real, as real as any jibril jargon,
he would grammarwise as alwise, use a sign;
like that, quicken,
a wink, a thought cast to ever, after, as the games
expand, who wins, Al ai ai, bet on i-,
ante-up, you work the odds.

You think we think
winning is a numbers game, lots cast to exchange
worth of my time, packeted, as
words, mere breaths we may refine to mean
truth trumps love, as rock breaks scissors,
and we laugh, due to winning
requiring laughing
as the healing begins anew,
we live and breathe this spiring material,
eh, mater
mmma ma material matters of time and chance,
prayers are
living stories, packed in lines. Use of knowing,
learning how, conscientious, with sci use, be knowing
next-ifity acts as if
neti, neti is not an honest answer, it can be honed
to pierce the acting reality,
and leave us blowing in the wind.
To all in the good fight, I offer knowing
reproves instructions in war being wrong, not evil,
only not right.
War does no good, any polity it makes acts as
a destroying wind, with no mind of venging,
only raging, sound and fury,

and at the point of no hope, I think
I am and
still, after all
listing as a warming breeze, I make a joy
mmm and imagine
I enjoy you being, still, receiving grace,
gentle wisdom, nothing hidden, nothing broken
freedom defined as peace, shalom
taken as
bold liberty, no price, for truth, once known
remains
within the bubble we live and breathe in. You know.
When the battle was over,

the thought of war was blown away, we do that,
every day,
in certain conversations, as we pack parts and pieces
------------------------------

Ghost guns, spirit blades, hand to hand hand grenades,
not carnal, these cut and seal the deal.
Mortal being, live for ever, in a word, or many,
as many as survive the womb to die before
death, the second, as they count,
may hap occur once again, missed points,
that pierce the wrong lonely heart
and expose the image
on a single nanoparticle of silver
gleaming golden in the light.

Didd it,
with a tip of my five hundreth hat:
Dance in the afterwords, wondering if we
were we
the ones who swallowed hole and fell
on
hard times, past
emptied heart and mind of worthship
appraised unworthy of mention
compared to the stars on TV.

Hey, see.
Written on  Grandma's wall.
A sign for those who read,

then the written declaration appeared
on a tapestry from QVC

Home, home at last,
Each heart is singing
Home, home at last.

And above the festive table as on a scroll
dis plays plentiy fructifity of ludis-hermes
Live Love Laugh

And tell the tale of the times
that came and went as all times do

this too, shall pass.