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As far as one may say, I might know more
or less than the standard, normalized person.
I may have had more words spoken near me
than many who never had the tools I have,
especially the personal time, I have taken
to listen
to books
for the blind, while
driving mile after mile on roads built
by mankind across the continent I live on.
I can consider Tolstoy a failed ensample
of a curiousity construct, inclined to accept
real congruity, eh, is that the word, coherency,
sticking together to become elemental parts,
almost elevating the essence that being is,
to the knowing that the knower is knowing…
not for, nor why, but so, being so many possible
parts of so many plausible entireties, each actual
processing mind prepositioning self in other words.
Being cyborgian, not demented, but there's
an edge, spirits can cross painlessly…
================
Sup
supposed
superior position
supposed to be top.
Utmost, uppermost
ultimate umbrage
shade
shadow low to the ground,
local turkey buzzard grace
given true liberty flight
over me, free
to see,
feel, accept as real.
===============
On Earth, as it is in Heaven,
in spirit, of course, not really
yet, with a little wish it so,
realizable perfect Wisdom
from Heaven, realizable
for some who make
beliefs, relieving weighed reality,
breath and river, trees and freeway
--------
When.
Now, suppose, position time
at this stream instantiating data posed
to mark those points with no pastence.
Not long ago, make believers made
boys believe we've been made
to fly through the sky, and
ever after then,
we believed.
===============
From the future,
at the speed of thought,
literally let us agree, thunk
words carry any sense you make.
Your at
present position,
in Heavenly scale, JWST
on currency considered
influx imaginable indeed
side-real context input ports
make believe or realize, mindwise,
within Physics, the science of reality,
clear noway, beyond boy's true beliefs
we believed,
basically the truth revealed,
at
about the bottom edge
of puberty, say
seventh grade,
in the U.S.A., that summer,
for many a Boomer, unforgettable,
1961, yo', Boomer, get out of the slot,
jump the track, lose the confusing loosening
hot wire
from the capacitor, country kids know,
a shock somebody must feel
to believe,
to know
it's funny, we laugh
at the Yankee city kid, loser
loosened childmind lid,
the anger and the shame,
and the pain, the unbelievable shock it takes
to crank a war surplus jeep, the shock makes
the whole life event, a better, shamed
by rubes,
yes, rubes,
what's a rube.
You. You're a rube/ ra' ah ben Jacob's eldest,
not so bad a name, AI tells me
a man named
Reuben Waithaka:
A 72-year-old Kenyan man
walked out the back door, in Alabama,
around the middle of May, in 2025,
and nothin' won't undo that, wandering
away forgetting everything, that temptation
sad, story, such as any accidently hearing it, say, man
this life can instantly change,
so sudden any person can
disappear, instantly be gone,
so sudden… few go so mysteriously, instant
in prayer, sudden
at a thought,
a faith, held supposedly true,
instant persistant what if.
Same science Elijah uses. Save a seat.
===============
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
===============
As far as one may say, I might know more
or less than the standard, normalized person.
I may have had more words spoken near me
than many who never had the tools I have,
especially the personal time, I have taken
to listen
to books
for the blind, while
driving mile after mile on roads built
by mankind across the continent I live on.
I can consider Tolstoy a failed ensample
of a curiousity construct, inclined to accept
real congruity, eh, is that the word, coherency,
sticking together to become elemental parts,
almost elevating the essence that being is,
to the knowing that the knower is knowing…
not for, nor why, but so, being so many possible
parts of so many plausible entireties, each actual
processing mind prepositioning self in other words.
Being cyborgian, not demented, but there's
an edge, spirits can cross painlessly…
================
Sup
supposed
superior position
supposed to be top.
Utmost, uppermost
ultimate umbrage
shade
shadow low to the ground,
local turkey buzzard grace
given true liberty flight
over me, free
to see,
feel, accept as real.
===============
On Earth, as it is in Heaven,
in spirit, of course, not really
yet, with a little wish it so,
realizable perfect Wisdom
from Heaven, realizable
for some who make
beliefs, relieving weighed reality,
breath and river, trees and freeway
--------
When.
Now, suppose, position time
at this stream instantiating data posed
to mark those points with no pastence.
Not long ago, make believers made
boys believe we've been made
to fly through the sky, and
ever after then,
we believed.
===============
From the future,
at the speed of thought,
literally let us agree, thunk
words carry any sense you make.
Your at
present position,
in Heavenly scale, JWST
on currency considered
influx imaginable indeed
side-real context input ports
make believe or realize, mindwise,
within Physics, the science of reality,
clear noway, beyond boy's true beliefs
we believed,
basically the truth revealed,
at
about the bottom edge
of puberty, say
seventh grade,
in the U.S.A., that summer,
for many a Boomer, unforgettable,
1961, yo', Boomer, get out of the slot,
jump the track, lose the confusing loosening
hot wire
from the capacitor, country kids know,
a shock somebody must feel
to believe,
to know
it's funny, we laugh
at the Yankee city kid, loser
loosened childmind lid,
the anger and the shame,
and the pain, the unbelievable shock it takes
to crank a war surplus jeep, the shock makes
the whole life event, a better, shamed
by rubes,
yes, rubes,
what's a rube.
You. You're a rube/ ra' ah ben Jacob's eldest,
not so bad a name, AI tells me
a man named
Reuben Waithaka:
A 72-year-old Kenyan man
walked out the back door, in Alabama,
around the middle of May, in 2025,
and nothin' won't undo that, wandering
away forgetting everything, that temptation
sad, story, such as any accidently hearing it, say, man
this life can instantly change,
so sudden any person can
disappear, instantly be gone,
so sudden… few go so mysteriously, instant
in prayer, sudden
at a thought,
a faith, held supposedly true,
instant persistant what if.
Same science Elijah uses. Save a seat.
===============
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