Hoped for situations,
aspiring emulation
of champion surrogates, heros
of historical progress in war's glory.

Visit Valhalla come, make an image,
see some form of spirits in spirit realms
where all the joys
in recruiter's promises are amplified,

wait and see, say the holy teachers,
**** for the promises that persuaded
slaves to volunteer as an army for truth…
Scared of Hell, most likely, sacred
reason for the faith to believe that.
Greedy for punishment, perhaps, lazy
too long, unsatisfied with life's last chance.
- ready, judge the day's worth,
- suddenly it's yours to use, for that
- the price you pay, each line, etching

Later, when the physical nature of your soul,
releases your spirit, and the machine screams,

under certain circumstances, total positioning
at the right instance of human evolution, wishing

not to die, right this minute, wait,
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, ah
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, wha
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, ah, wow.

Did that happen to you?

Old man in the mirror laughing at me,
asking me if I have ciphered out the cost
to my peaceful kingdom model on Earth,

must I disagree aloud, or let the liar lie?
You shall not surely die die.
Did the serpent lie?
What is טוֹב רַע, towb ra da'ath
a tree of
knowledge of beauty adversity.

It is not good for a soul to be without knowledge.

Adam, was not smart, nor sapient, when
the tellers
of the tale began
to tell, how come we to be,
at all curious, if he was not,
he was alone,
and without a doubt,
incomplete, he had no womb.
He did not know, so nothing mattered.

So, did the scribe lie, or did the professor?
Or, am I, as we read, imagining inside the bubble,
from core imaginative thinking comes
smoke to impress spirit emergency

- I am alive- I feel emotions. A year later,
- life speeds up at the end.

Common sense spirit, everybody knows,
listen, what knowing is, magic was.

What did one come to do,
incidental, or accidental,
honest, to myself, one
had no why until I was that one.

Then with a thought I imagined
you as one, thought, me, another,
we, together, apply in the verb ag,
for this job, agging right use on, ag
to push on
from off, up
from down, lighter and brighter,
by chance and circumstance
paid a modicum of good intention,

feeling visual, insensitive at tension,
feeling usual, breathing easy,
seen
fitting will to willing ness, e motion
e volution, life's here coming
in time and space, as is
supposed to be
stored for whys questioned
in life's record book, we stories
whereby lifes's ra' ugly efforting is known,

the knowledge needed to make an edge,
to cut meat from bone, who
among us, can remember
not knowing how to live?

"Never caught a rabbit,
and ain't no friend of mine, well,
that's alright now, momma,

I bought the heartbreak hotel.


Image make, think
a bubble, nothing init

Flush the Fifties, through
the Twenty-twenties, low side

spin a whirling fluxuation
into a reflection seen through

science somewhere abides
below conscience active as ware…
used to think a thought a second time

get a minute with no dutiful demand
put on it, pay it focus, close attention,

stretching tendencies to miss the basics.
Stretching an imaginary bubble, is easy,

make it perfect with pi derived from center
tend toward knowing why before how,
image and spirit, my soul, I'da said it's
my I beam affecting effectuality
of hoping,
as weighed against rote ritual praying
focus
fee for phi spun why nots reminiscent
lucence of pine knots imagined in our
image
smoldering torch in a tunnel
bubble stretching coming being thing
tugged and pulled by all involved,
evolving mind combining senses,
singing, laughing, knowing,
details and good adverse
reverse conditioning,
aggravating mortal consciousness.
we thought,
and drew a line.

step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.

With linked loops across knowledge,
knowing locked in familiar settings,
holding any reader's attention,
as moments coincide,
you appear to think along as
the reader readied
through defined terms,
acknowledged truth may be projections,
backdrops, green-screened chroma keys,
filtered by ifery, pure thought, mind made
environs replat boundaries,
on multidimensional
sheered whatifications, which
start at the navel, call that the portal,
through which the egg becomes
this nexus of us, minds combined, linked
loops
across the collected knowns used to frame
this view from within these heads, hooked
at the eyes by long learned let us imagine we,

become a thread through ever, as far as we
know, we think, we say, we see, but so far, we

feel, or seem to imagine, we may imagine, we,
should we agree, mental handshake or nod wink,
to push through the veil, the imagined fifth measure,

between any now and any then,
when we seal such agreements, as warranted,
for future sanity sake, sane subjects object,

throw in the towel, never enter the fray,
but, now, we forge on, committed for the win,

our weform has ever been an entity of merest sort,
a whim, a tiny bit, fractally abstracted, thought
wise, weformed awe, right,
cothought, both minding thinking,
across mindspace,
timeless space occupied
by all the unfinished business
agreements shaken on,
begun along the way
to the edge of carnal war's finale,
ourside eliminates the other, listen, ticking,
the doomsday clock, in this crackpot realm of could be,

is set, and, for all we know today, may be counting down,
in which case, all we know now, is locked in value,

never to devalue, right or wrong, for all we know

now is the last time our we has to come to agreement,

peace, stretchers, tenter's hooks holding fabricated
locks on vast swaths of camouflaged rations, set apart,
sacred for the priests and intercessory ritual performers,

look, Spot, look,
run, Spot, run,

Inkspots, bubble up, from the times gone by,
as we hook up the old trio, shadow, echo and I,

we'll pull our reasons for being from a silk top-hat,
we'll spill the beans on Pythagorean spirit formed

norms wherewith we always circled the square,

as if we never had a clue what we were made to do,

maybe we sing, a horse clopping melody, slowing
down to turn back the clock to a novel time, long old

when we all cheered the Atom Bomb,
from a distance, and we believed Mr. Teller,
about light and human beings being both
material in vibration, and those vibrations, indeed.

Wisdom rated prophetic, unheard, silenced, let be
hindered, let be hidden as unendurable knowledge,

only after exact ritual performance, does truth speak,

breathe, commoner, breathe specialist, breathe boss,
leave be the wind in spirit form to comfort all afraid,

acknowledge luck, circumstantial evidence of grace,
as when the chain broke, and the ball rolled away,
and I was standing at the junction,

choosing a way from now on, how
all this was bound to happen eventually, as
you and I remain characters made from letters,

let be, for no particular reason, save
maybe to prevent fretting if the end is near,

a fine passtime, anti-fretting, if it is too late,
it was already and your role was either played,

or you were only simulated.

Exeunt omnes
Exeunt Omnes is a Latin stage direction,
commonly used in theater and drama, which means
“all (of the characters who are on stage) leave”.

Emptiness glares at the unbemused,
and bemused as well,
the entertainment, reenacting old tales,

has left the stage empty, curtains wide open,

O, hear, backstage, listen,
the next act, this is the set, the empty stage,

O, see, that light came on, soon it must shine
on something we must see, from where we sit,
- a light on an empty set is a Chekovian gun
- it must illuminate, a plotted point…
- replat to arrange room to expand

waiting, imagining someone peeking,
through the fourth wall
from behind the backdrop, counting empty seats,

and finding none not empty, but mine,
where I sit, this is it, I am the attendant paying
attention to the nuance evolving constant artforms,
reactive agents
acting out the gluonic mythos accruing arts
eventual discernment, messages to all who see,
rising mist
hear the outside world through the open window,
stare contentedly into the white noise, listening,
obscuring fog
carried on winds, on which prophets say Jah walks,
wafting down
from the empty stage, to fill
the emptiness between us each, in
a sphere of influence, as it were, as real
as Glenda of the North, oozing after ousia,
epiousiatical usual rational, vital substance

essence of first intention, to tell the truth,
about why any creator's mind makes peace,

the heroic struggle is the truth, per se,
indeed, working out your own salvation,

while involved with fear and trembling
anticipation, hoping to be chosen,

as the sorting hat allows, destination,

local J.C., augmented
by an L.A. County Library Card.

-- in the realm of all seeking sanctioned
American citizen level access to idle records…

some never imaginable incredible proofs lie,
credibility discovered while unbelieving lies,
what a freeman,
wombed or un, is,
believe me, no person in prison, is. That
is believable, while incredible is really not.
Free is lonely.
Believing is an act we are assumed
capable of performing, before we have words,
we are bound up in some kinda love,
or we just fail to become what we could be

as we become, we all pass all our infancy,
without words, that is what an infant human is,

not a pup or a kitten or a chick or a kid,
a wordless form of a flesh encased spirit,

a measure of our whole truth weform, as we
breathe and have our being, our behaviors,

in the medium between empty stages.

VOG  cut the house lights.

Making minimum effort, indeed,
mostly getting here, mostly lucky.

In earnest efforting
to bring forth good fruit,

I met a preacher, efforting,
better than I, most certain was he,
that his doctrinal fundamentals were

solid, while mine, at the time, were
reverting to ancient ideas concerning
critical details in fine print spoken pro-
missary permissions to go, make a way,

called to halt. Become rock solid, under
me, my base
to resolve
to become,
after all memories and dust,
ashes of us, once upon times inner surface,
as far out of sight as one could then imagine,
having not yet peered into Hubble's Deep Field,

having not even imagined the mechanics
needed to assure investors the time's well spent,

we imagine things in terms of type, characters,
and we, adult, adulterations of imaginary friends,

the poets whose muses we have use of, if we do,
but not if we don't amuse our selves with in-
credulous nonsense, to call free time,
offerings in worship of a thought,

easy does it.
Wu wei,

way too easy. If this were the end of that/

run away thinking, to me, the old man,
as we know we had a royally comfortable ride,

practically to forever, in my west with an inner edge,
Arizona was gonna be in my back yard, I admit,
that's what I prayed, and accepted as okeh,
on Earth as in Heaven,
where I sit today, Arizona is just across one
big basin before the trickle of the Colorado.

Theandric
Relating to, or existing by,
the union of divine and human
operation in Christ, or the joint agency
of the divine and human nature…

in any ever after, timeless nature is thinkable,
first peaceable, gentle, easily made easy with,
free as the wind
true rest in coincidence, yes, the actual idea,
yes in opposition to no, and working together,
stirring in whole new precepts to judge with,
chaos and beauty, stormy weather and calm,
tobe ra', post internet literate inventory bots,
aiaiai
what could I have known,
had I read then what I read today, had it been
thinkable back in the times we made order,
made muscles remember qwerty gestures, ai,
as if we have a genius for testing best easy ways,
we build on each easier way, we meander theandric,
- as it is written whosoever is a grand inclusion
androautomatical informational intelligence leg-ends
collections of meaningful reasons for faith usage.
Garbs of right uses,
lose all value,
naked.
True.
Idleness at days end, gloaming sophist tries,
means of matching first impressions, is it real,
or Memorex, tell me wordless window watcher.
Watching infants gain first order for search
oh how happy we shall be, when we know our
ABC-DE
mmmmhmm four square frame of reference,
Hollies, look through any window/

now, I am the grandfather, proud, with no hubris,
as salt with no savor, good for preserving old paths.

Leave it be, today, I made these remarks,
at the same time something happened everywhere.

And now, these times of constant entertaining
information acquisition with intention
expand
to graphically appear in the mind of any ever
who ever rewatched "My Octopus Friend"

and American Utopia, and the Last Waltz,

Class action inclusive bubble develops, but now,
we stretch, was my grand father low or middle brow?

How long was America MAGA ablized, rooted

Caliche, soft lime, left deep ruts where braked
wagons ground recessed groves, we could see,

those mostly got eroded away after a century.

My grandfather rode from Sweetwater to Williams,
on horses he tamed and made useful,
on horses his father shod, and taught him to shoe,

such knacks as smith's must grow to feel known,
to any degree as fine as tempering spring steel,

using modified fires of inner solar ovens,
the size of the point of the smallest star you see.

Spot welding aitia precepticonical connection,
where chata left a gap open to chabad concoctions.

In our tiny cyberspace in the vast Amazon Web Services
cloud of constant knowing cognatively in all
197 current wikipaedian accents on thought,

assisted intell true interest answers

aitia, clame blame take the shame
and shove it where no light shines,
not hell, null, it’s a state, a field,
from which only wiser men
develop consciousnesses
useful at awesome intensities…

Bubble ensample, determined
first time readers, find each letter
allows a slow
down, we think too fast, because,
half of us are one side of a swell in hope,
the fidelity of we, survivors, by luck,

no lie, I just got by.

Imagine, we all have imagined, already,

how might a lifeless Mars be terraformed,
we have imagined, as we imagined Earth
without form, and void, in lightless ever, once

timeless primordial lack of relativity
to form spans of time from point
whenever, once
a we called elohim, as if
'ello, heem is calling, are we
home as where never is heard

a discouraging word,
imagine, in your courAzone
auming om howling beat, rapt
to whole bubbles of being, being
once, as the entire concept of one we,
bottled up, capped, under pre-assurance
fizzy quantum could be good, try umph,
if it works with just a little tri, umph
is good, but too much try, defeats
all umph willing to spin donuts,
and make smoke,
real, do this for a living, allatime,
our mental realm, realm-mighty fine,
realm of overwhelming reasons, actual ways
forcing adverse reactions, working statistical,
ifical and magi knowing, chances are we find
a mindstate, a point in pastless space effects
-timeless efforts imagining timelessness,
energize the whole process, peace made on war.

any willing to imagine finding a story that allowed
first gift I received in California, was a video tape
"The Never Ending Story". Noted, on the pages,
using the pre-Ai antagonists reverse twist,

to watch the flow go the other way, because we can
think in terms of instant replay, way out of bounds,
unless, yes, more further still, will we achieve,

the assumed we that docents use to lead into
the intial levels of money for being born on Earth,

as the most precious resource in the new U
Rules of Engagement, guage response, twist,

make time a test, patience, use, intuited ew, mustard

state is interesting, al ways stop, see, resting
inter mental construement, stretching a point,
intermittent messaging confirmed
intended to catalyze
furthermore
as double tribomechanically activated zeolite clinoptilolite  
-- that's real, we, at our most wide imaginable weform,
we make good use of that stuff… the bubble
of those who know what use it has, is small…
---------------
furthermore, yes, tobe, to be, robed as truths known
beautifully malleable - substance, stuff, material re-ality,
ra' thirst signal, loss of ductility, embending doom,
Costco Mango Juice, could not be sweeter, assume,
in my per-if-I wish to pay attention,
to the sound of a grandaughter singing,
as if the whole world should hear how happy she is,
and she forgot, here, in this same spirit then had in it
us, the others in the prime state of life,
in this instance, first day of autumn,
in rolling chapparal,
fire season, always was predictable, or successfully
prayed away, as we always gathered,
after Harvest Moon,

times for being simple human sapien, sapiently pass, hope
working all the wonders first discerned, when old ways
amen
made a bond
and old measures taken
to make good balance, valuable
knowledge for spindles and wheels and axel hubs,
and steel belted radial tires, same idea, balance,

smooth turn, return,
remediation meditation situation,
ryhmes rime **** head tilts,
looks at us, askance asking have we noticed

life seems more worth preserving, while conserving,
eh, weighing the worth of knowing why,

Mayan society developed into what Mexico is today,
infected with the stories that survived the book burnings,

same form of knowledge ra', pride's pa, mine

plead ingeniousness, wissen und kennen ignosis
ignition, iggy pop… spark, breath, flame, tickle, feel

the curling in the toes of those with hell holding theories,

the weapons of my warfare, my mind made augmentable,
ready readers prodigies, easily shaped
into informal weforms  

-- old man, what was that like,
you moved to town in 1943,
as an eleven year old boy…

-- well, he said, we had electricity.
and that made quite a difference…

my mother's younger brother, some how
that tie never broke, we spoke,
this is furthermore, 2024,

I am imagining, which, it seems is a game,
devised, I have been advised to keep my mind
on track, for total catalytic disillusionment,

after the convergence of learned ways
true math works out for good, while money

invested in creating collectively minded individuals,
team mind binders, collectively educated,

classically, conserves the original intent behind,
the curtain on the navel of the world, so shy,
noble lie, guardians are essential minds to make up;
action movies did the trick, right, Aldous,
Ape and Essences gets its props.
boom
blink of an eye, instantly too strange to rearrange,
set and setting, trust and obey, define, our range,

our bubble of being the we involved in the event,
your reading our last will and testament, in terms

as yet undiscerned, on balance, taking all we grew through,
as if we grew from those environs,
not those ones in Dublin,

or Flushing, or Boca Raton… tabula rasa

where peace begins, you

hold your breath to find it, you stop
I stop
you think, I think, we both breathe, but
across the actual experiential universe, as awe
the state, expands as more outs come on,

sparklers from my soul, good vibrations,
only taken to extremes, never let seem ordinary

these days are not our dreams, this is as planned,
manifestation of fruiting bodies
seed, time, harvest, process, put to good use,

mankind, wombed or un, augmented or not, mankind
sows seeds of same kindness,

golden rule, straight edge sharper than any two edged sword,
light saber sharp, the mythteriothity, sheer shibbolethargy,

energize any idea, a ra' idea, hard to think possible, but, known
knowing such things, the depths of literary depravity, made
literally true, due to capital investments in lead, and coal,
and copper and all the minerals Afghanistan has,

war, takes my breath away, I am intending combat,
at one level of preparation, this feels laughingly enjoyable.

Take truth's bitter sweet knowledge, we all know, to some degree

what happens when any we forms an agreement no I may break,

it is no secret what truth does to hidden shamefilled monstors.

U on the pond, reflecting, who is asking you?

Should we all be actually required to become
a knower of the ruliad realms real estimate,

how long from nuclear antagnoboom whata a rush,

it's seventy two minutes, and counting,
down, so what's a manmindkind of thing
to do to be part in the last poem I may right,

let me count the days, if Daniel's right,
right, let us not think minutes, whose word

should we heed, here, ask truth, she is wisdom,
she say, how stupid are we, I ask,
and we agree we underst
ate the depth of our order, few ever read this.

So the feeling of a first time reader, is faded out…