So look, if I was you,
as you know,
I am not, and when I say otherwise,
I mean

in we form,
as we agree, we be, of one mind
some
times.

If you remember my

last told lie, I know
what you mean,

I remember, too.
I love you, too,
you said, idle-
like any lie,
as
you knew not what
you did.

legends and legendary,
myths and mythological,

reason to be having right, habituation
just if I can, not otherwise,
within the palisade,
this side of the wall where Markov blankets
best guess
concisely divides soul and spirit,
-worth weighed and sorted impossible
from best bet. All bubbles are permeable
to a neutrino, I heard.

Legendary funding has gone into discovering
the reason we think we are more than time
in a chance arrangement of all things
-we think we may become, if it works
and the ice finishes melting in time,
plotted on a children's story gone global,
in the guise
of anthropomorphic destiny
to be in the right place at the right time.

You, as reader of this line,
are among the rarest kind of minds…
In the actual Goldilocks zone.

My generational paradigm, the way I see me
generating out put from input,

slow thinking things that did happen,
as sure as one may seem,

when one puts one's foot down, and marks t
true we be,
after our writer is dead, alive,
your reading does the trick wait and see,

when I am as lost to common history
as Marvel Parsons and old Ed Childs,

who married into the Dailey family curse,
the result of a runaway father, or
incarcerated father, or crazy drunk *** father

f'given me
this bottle. Johnny Walker Red, ai, I have no clue
a horseman from the look of the company image,

like one of those liveried boys, in antebellum,
economic stability of class distribution of leisure time,
taking the rein, to hold Ma'ams horses, and stand

stiff as a little statue, to this day, see,
we were armed with far fewer words for wonders
observed but never served with hows and whys,

temperature and pressure, hot and cold,
fresh and old, as brand new carbon 14,

fresh from the end of molecule of N,
ping, tic, tack a timer on this atom,
watch it be taken down, in rain,
as carbon, with a message,
live and learn, the end
of all things is being
at once,

any given instance, being you, is so rare, run the numbers,
what good is earth? Lucky for you

I happen to know, from the first fusings refusing to nothing,
as if reaching toward, to warden, make good, the hope,
reaching around with all the e in our shared outs-per-ience
science, with meat, con carne, conscience, hey, chuy,

do you have no friend named Chuy, Oy vey, way way back,

we had a story rise from the wanderers, boys who took
the opportunity to **** for a living, very seriously,

we all wannabe Audie Murphy, led by John Wayne,
and that guy from Naked City,
certain ones, fed flour tortillas fried in golden Crisco,

experimental spit it all out, what is the secret meaning
in of for by all adaptable pre-positioning or al, posited,

Syble, possible, an allusionary stretch limn goes
to limnos and we slip in the slime of phonemic missed

concepts, with taken grip, grab and hold, catch, that
concept
imagined as Disneyworld, to a child who never went,
but watched the concept occur on TV.

And now, we may revisit the Disney-ifity, and compare,
who imagined this future,
who imagined that.

So who is happy, having won, who is scared of death?

Yeah, you live until CG and greenscreening
is child's play…

you pause a while, and think you have this

good idea, and in the process, you have it,
this is having that good Idea,

where I was free to write for fun, so long
as I define my terms, it was

along the same lines, as one of those deals
at the cross road, but here
we have freeways crossing, and the deals,
don't have real sharp edges,

Ockham's razor, seen real close, at this
smaller than men imagined,
before the Marvel Universe was Disneyified,
- soft blurry edge, down among the
- electrons, in the quantum foam,
- simplest answer is first to become
on that same wish, on that blue

Blue, girl, I cannot take you with me,
but meet me when we find the time,
once more,

dementia, aitia, at the door, mind wanders,
we think this real, you read and wonder is it.

Dammed good facts,
today is a surely measurable day.
Set in the common course of human events
from the bottom,
where the world at this altitude,
is wintering, while
from the top we feel the sun, straight on
hot
as Mohave at solstice,

such as I, as we, seeing we live in order
to live
in order to help

eh, hey, hear us near us say, we know

weyekin, ye ken, visionary wisdom wedom

poet singer sayer pre-sent, and representing
words
living in timespace at time's own pace, passing

Dark cold winter, time for inwalled-usness use,
we become the whole room,
sometimes, all eyes on I, the one, in the middle
- there
- being the connection, anhamartia-tic,
coherence
here and there, a web conforms to koinonical
image entonations, owls of common sorts,
and squeeking black lizards, settle in the shade,
to night we go,

onward, to mark the time, watching all the old
knowing proven,
as the sun rises and sets, facts
as measures confirm, solid-ifity convey, say
so it is, con-fide-used knowing, faith,
as we say.

We are the people who know this mystery,
we live in life, as bits of all that ever was,
by now, all that is weighted

significant from first landmarks set in times past.

some, not my we, some see life as a struggle, see
from a salmon's POV, the sense of efforting
is joy,- efforting rejoicing +
this is right, this is how I form the people,
offsprung from war wage slaves,
who **** us,
to hide the stars at night.

Humans in the future shall love water flowing
functionality,
and starry story tellings
un seen in cities since the great white way
attracted the sharks into the tank.

living right
conserving reason
for the faith that is in me.
Life's trials are trials, not finals.
- oh dare me say
I know there is no hell, hubris?, nay,
personal experience has not given the lie,
survived through the common use of faith,
stretched to cover reality,
up to very recently,
when you -just occurred as next reader of this///
-
and I know my prayers are answered,
when I make up your mind,
hook it on an answer to find,
make up your mind
who won,
make up your mind
who won,

when Jesus, the man,
He done what he done
- or he lied, ask yourself
- if it were me, would I build a hell?
that's the chorus, c'mon sing along
when Jesus, the man, He done what he done

Hear me knock, my knock sounds true, they say
my sheep all know my voice,
and here come see I tell you true,
in the core of my house, at home
I occupy all my time.'
Ever learning is certainly better than hell.
Ever proving, by that,
ever loving curios urge to know the whole,
truth I was led to swear to tell allegiantly.

Yes, Luther was a liar, as all who claimed
Jesus invented cathedrals, to tear down in 3 days.

I know there is no hell,
and I know prayers are answered,
if you make up this mind so you know who won,

when Jesus, He done what he done

and the musing falsetto castratos
continue to humm,
He done what he done
you know
it coulda been different
and never coulda been as good as now.
it coulda been different
and never coulda been as good as now.
some how
owowowowowowo it echoes ever after,

did you ring hell's bells and laugh at the rubies,
more precious than gold,

as water in the desert,
to the sons of the pawns.