the word just lays there.
staring at my face,
defiantly
dragged from it resting place,
where the un-whole bits & pieces
residing in the
The "Holy of Holies"^
of-poems-someday~to~be~written!
live - die - sleep - before being
revivified
and sent forth to
internet heaven
"where to begin?"
the all too familiar rhapsody of commencement,
the reanimation of sleeping words and pets,
snoring, puppy~whimpering next to me in bed,
asking not be bothered,
yet, kidnapped,
(evil he-he-he's)
whisked away by a band of roguish tap-tap-tapping
finger tips
in blackened silence,
shambling babbling rambling squabbling,
the streaming screaming of
green raw recruits,
draftees, one & all,
yellowed from apprehension
ordering them to attention,
that process
making a mockery
of the notional concept of "order"
unborn, or recently decently deceased,
or entombed in neurons, centuries in the making,
they are presented
to be accounted for,
and to be accountable
to you
for your reading pleasuring
and my unmentionable
pleasure of freeing them from
cold and spicy casket of
freezer deep storage
yes,
some assembly required!
getting them de-tensed,
in proper cloud formation,
no easy task,
like rambunctious children,
can't stand still
moving in all directions,
like chess pieces all gone human nutso crazy!
but being the only adult currently awake,
sigh oh my,
commence strategizing how
to induce these rascally noosed noises,
to form sounds, then words, then
sentence them to life imprisonment
in complete sentences,
(very cute, I know)
that will become really well trained
para-graphed-troopers
USO ready to entertain
you literary audio visual
philes^
revivified
back from the dead,
archaic
from about a second ago,
the deeds of words,
the miracles they have, can and will
rise again,
not reused, noooo,
reinvented
time and time for all time,
and every-time employed,
a slight shading differential,
including
a twist on a twist,
a never before gore
of the senses
in a unique
alphabetical additive conjunction
of a coordinated
Normandy invasion,
establishing beachheads in numerous locations
in a thousand different brains,
on numerous continents,
causing fireworks
of synaptic elocutions
all over the world,
and right about here,
Said my piece
Think I'll quit,
especially since
since someone else, fast asleep,
has just grasped my wrighting writing right arm,
making this a leftist finger tipping manifesto,
on the
revivification
of the word
revivification
and adding a greater difficulty
in
completing
than mere
wordy word
selection
🫤
4:12am
Wed Oct 29
2025
sane place, sane station
as before
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
the word just lays there.
staring at my face,
defiantly
dragged from it resting place,
where the un-whole bits & pieces
residing in the
The "Holy of Holies"^
of-poems-someday~to~be~written!
live - die - sleep - before being
revivified
and sent forth to
internet heaven
"where to begin?"
the all too familiar rhapsody of commencement,
the reanimation of sleeping words and pets,
snoring, puppy~whimpering next to me in bed,
asking not be bothered,
yet, kidnapped,
(evil he-he-he's)
whisked away by a band of roguish tap-tap-tapping
finger tips
in blackened silence,
shambling babbling rambling squabbling,
the streaming screaming of
green raw recruits,
draftees, one & all,
yellowed from apprehension
ordering them to attention,
that process
making a mockery
of the notional concept of "order"
unborn, or recently decently deceased,
or entombed in neurons, centuries in the making,
they are presented
to be accounted for,
and to be accountable
to you
for your reading pleasuring
and my unmentionable
pleasure of freeing them from
cold and spicy casket of
freezer deep storage
yes,
some assembly required!
getting them de-tensed,
in proper cloud formation,
no easy task,
like rambunctious children,
can't stand still
moving in all directions,
like chess pieces all gone human nutso crazy!
but being the only adult currently awake,
sigh oh my,
commence strategizing how
to induce these rascally noosed noises,
to form sounds, then words, then
sentence them to life imprisonment
in complete sentences,
(very cute, I know)
that will become really well trained
para-graphed-troopers
USO ready to entertain
you literary audio visual
philes^
revivified
back from the dead,
archaic
from about a second ago,
the deeds of words,
the miracles they have, can and will
rise again,
not reused, noooo,
reinvented
time and time for all time,
and every-time employed,
a slight shading differential,
including
a twist on a twist,
a never before gore
of the senses
in a unique
alphabetical additive conjunction
of a coordinated
Normandy invasion,
establishing beachheads in numerous locations
in a thousand different brains,
on numerous continents,
causing fireworks
of synaptic elocutions
all over the world,
and right about here,
Said my piece
Think I'll quit,
especially since
since someone else, fast asleep,
has just grasped my wrighting writing right arm,
making this a leftist finger tipping manifesto,
on the
revivification
of the word
revivification
and adding a greater difficulty
in
completing
than mere
wordy word
selection
🫤
4:12am
Wed Oct 29
2025
sane place, sane station
as before
^
Revivification means the act of reviving, or the renewal of life, and can be used in both biological and metaphorical contexts.
^
Meaning of "phile"
Lover of: The term denotes an individual with a deep love or passion for something
^^
The "Holy of Holies" was the innermost sanctuary of the Tabernacle and the Temple in Jerusalem, considered the holiest place where God's presence was believed to dwell.
1/3, o/n poems,
the last first,
just to be fair,
(besides, it whined the most…^
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