line in the sands of time, scaling down,
- around the ides of March
- a gumption to go
- big enough to matter
scaling further down, to me,'n' you
one day, you know, this day I make a
mind up,
\
to when you read this line, beyond that one,
and find you, another self, in my self centered realm,
- halted as if
-  by design
- at the window in
the bubble of my being,
the being being done,
by no will
of my own, save my own inhibition,
of my own will
to disappear
and cease being other than this,
in your day.
Sunk
beneath waves
of informative material,
taking me
to my accepted everafter task,
ever learning,
never learning the whole truth and nothing
but, so help me, God,
get the principal, Wisdom
and get understanding with her.
1 can stand on understanding gotten
in the course
of human events
where certain truths are presented
as self-evident,

ahunh, as a wary updated model, e-videntlly,
on auto go mode, I proceed
one
seeking reason
to let you know, this particular hole
in the ground, is empty, but for me…
and I am busy finding time,
to redeem for enjoyment
that no one ever used,
to try filling this hole up to here
to imagine you, learning
from me, that all references
to you, personally,
in the grand book of life,
link to the time you did not fall
in this hole,

but read the sign. STOP. GPS is wrong.

Look for the sign. Obey it. Now is the future, too.

If every penny that I find, ain't
bright and shiny,

I don't mind, I smile at the motto,
and know, that's not much questioned.
And nowadays, nothing costs a penny.

I could begin right now to elucidate,
but wait,
you know, knowing,

nobody cares if the motto on the penny
is true, any more than
if anyone adjusts worth
by bright and shiny degrees,

dull pennies, purchase nothing nowadays,
and, I find the motto holds any worth one
may imagine,
after finding a we, who agree, bright
and shiny,

does not change the worth, until you know,
the worth is in the holding having something,

so shiny, as to be guaranteed uncirculated,
meaning it never bought a thing,
and now you -- see the worth
or so the ads imply,
any one may buy
an old shining penny, for five bucks.

Old wine, sometimes, has been
vinegar, a while.
On opening, one learns, they say.

It's good
for cleaning windows, and lenses.
- but we'd better let the next
- jug of that vintage go to auction

New wine. Make glad the heart,
workers in the vineyard, laughing tired,
sugar high burned out, say hey, boss,
why don't you hire more hands,

eleventh hour hordes appear, as they
by right of the lateness, are  payed
a whole day's wage.

And that's alright now, momma,
nobody cheated me, I worked all day,
took my pay.

And it is,
very good, if I may say
so now,
Life is short, but filled
with instances, infinite instants
in some state
of methodic mental ascent.

And that's alright now, momma,
nobody cheated me, I worked all day,
took my pay.

We got plenty,
we have confirmed,
as is, to up and hit the road,
go boldly old into this cold night.

Subject enters trance
Subject enters trance state
Subject enters entrancement

Entrance word opens mind
Mental kind
Mind kind, man kind, male and female

see that fe,
see iron, the processed bile,
from certain ores -  see a detail

allowed the ancient few who read
all the ancient writings, as we read
French or Farsi, today, we the augmental.

Augmented I, exo-mindful chooser bot,
software, with a calcium lattice frame,

any curious child could have been shown,
by way of instructions, seldom read, ready

do the drill. Do it again. Do another whole
day. Being particular as to what use is made

of my pronominal reality state, my real estate.

Non moi. My ever after all of that. This.
These
times that try men's souls, since this means
of forming information along bendable old bones,

Once, in the dreamtime's local translation mindspace
timeless,
nothing was.
Nothing was evil, and that was good, a chain construct,

mind chain, prior to any sense we readers hold chains
to represent, closed torqued rods of iron, formed
on the horn of the anvil, the only known anvil,
for the making of such things was closed knowing,

must be earned, this epithet, honest, most honed,
among the dull stone scattered across my plain,

Mam, re, remember,
Mamre had a plain called by his name.

Terebinthine Oaks, con-secration acknowledged,

by whom, asks my little boy, who knew which oak
Jacob buried the stolen idols lied about under,
for shame.
For shame, he who wrestles still, with the will
to be the bherer of all my own shame, amen.

Nothing hidden that shall… should we quibble?
Known is known,
and should one choose one may make a plain
from a point
once,
stretched this far. And holding… ad in fun item,
Chotsky for any one to open worm cans with.

Finding clutter and cable chaos,
two forms
of proof
for the orderly mind
to insist my approach
to harvesting and preserving my take away, no use
in spirit and
in truth, if you follow my idea, abstracted
from
all the time there ever was here
when we arrived, empty
as far as we knew, with our acquisitive
child recollections, as
to how we come
to think we know, less and less
finer and finer interpretations
of harmony
among Same and Different minds,
allowing odds and evens and pi and e.
-and -i- the I defying form of little I
square root of one.
Left, right, clap.

Chirality, Front and back, top and bottom.
- clapping games of all the ways,
- one hand can clap another.
- Just so we learn,
- we make things take time to do
- just right.
But some times, one impression's all we get.
Think fast.

Six ways to rest upon, Cubism,
arrives first among those who see edges
of blocks in the solid limestone formation,

"O Solon, Solon, you Hellenes are never anything
but children, and there is not an old man among you."

Too much for any single mind
to access, while seeking sublime
self
reflection,
ah, see, I am but one, many
we be,
we read and learn we have been,
all along.

let us,
sets the scene, be willing as one,
let us, parlay
vou and us, a we of two, me'n'sie, du,
oui, yes us a we of Bully good,
no, not bully ******,
but good you know
the adjective, no, no, never, we are sheep.
- the code of the mission positioned

We come among you who live among lions,
to promise, we shall **** all your lions,
and your unicorns, and any other trophy,
we wish,
and impress upon our soldiers, to wish for,
wish to me becoming a mighty hunter,
take pride good boy being,
in serving sons
of kings wives
daughters,
in Prussia, two centuries back.

Slave or serf, or local peasant, miner son,
after the mines killed all the grandfathers.
- we went to Texas

Faith of those fathers who learned to read,
decidedly different,
- then to Arizona, back to Arkansas
then back
then back and forth, to California,
2023… core levant in our mindshare,
place of peace and clean sweet water

a code, acquired from a conversation,
with my second granddaughter,
as she played at playing the old piano,
demonstrator of deep
infinity, from the left most key and pedal
held,

til I hurt myself
t'day…

I grinned until it hurt, at coknowing
snowflakes are never the same,
in any given snowstorm,
she has seen, close up,
she has watched a snowflake form,

and she agrees when I say, something must know.
That no two use the exact same pattern,
right,
regulation snow rules must apply to each flake.
Real time.