Whereas, hereafter, here
is relative, meaning related, as in linked,
en-tangled,
tied
to you there now.
Here, we arrive on a time, as all fine stories do.
We step lively, where no angel fears to tread, ever,
as you must know, by now,
ever
is a word's own being manifested in meaning
all the same
to you
dear, as in worth the effort to look for and hold, in the having
state, of meaning,
dear reader, we made history blink.
Missle warfare, in our culture, came before the giant fell.
Shepherds and irrigators used slings, and other throwing
ob jects, sub ject e ject
juxtapose sup-positive positioning, do we think we
or be we? Wu, woo way, woo.
You up for this. It is live, this thread we walk along up
right un aware of wind or rain or storm,
no dry nib scratch, no drip of black on the illumination,
no breeze to blow plains of gold one atom thick
as a leaf, gold leaf, who'dathunk that?
A teller of tales talking to a peacock feather from a carcass
coyotes left by the road.
Ed Teller told me, some things called quantum and strange,
are simple has human beings,
there's the humus part, and the being part.
Art and science, sorta.
The trope is no differnt than when Gulliver was breathed
into our earth wide disneyfied minds,
give peace a chance,
alls, we are saying, is give peace a chance.
And when the boomers are taken down a knotch or two,
a tic, tic, re calibrate
focus
thumbnail, zoom in on the eye in the thumbnail
to the gleem in the eye,
reflecting a Pepsi being poured into a Coke, with a Real Thing,
Giant sticker stuck stickily can't shake it take it oooo
no just any
body, don't you want some body to love? Roar or
was that a flash,
that was a genuine pshahdelic flash back on an out of zone
experience,
who knew? Boundaries are the best parts of bubbles.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
Whereas, hereafter, here
is relative, meaning related, as in linked,
en-tangled,
tied
to you there now.
Here, we arrive on a time, as all fine stories do.
We step lively, where no angel fears to tread, ever,
as you must know, by now,
ever
is a word's own being manifested in meaning
all the same
to you
dear, as in worth the effort to look for and hold, in the having
state, of meaning,
dear reader, we made history blink.
Missle warfare, in our culture, came before the giant fell.
Shepherds and irrigators used slings, and other throwing
ob jects, sub ject e ject
juxtapose sup-positive positioning, do we think we
or be we? Wu, woo way, woo.
You up for this. It is live, this thread we walk along up
right un aware of wind or rain or storm,
no dry nib scratch, no drip of black on the illumination,
no breeze to blow plains of gold one atom thick
as a leaf, gold leaf, who'dathunk that?
A teller of tales talking to a peacock feather from a carcass
coyotes left by the road.
Ed Teller told me, some things called quantum and strange,
are simple has human beings,
there's the humus part, and the being part.
Art and science, sorta.
The trope is no differnt than when Gulliver was breathed
into our earth wide disneyfied minds,
give peace a chance,
alls, we are saying, is give peace a chance.
And when the boomers are taken down a knotch or two,
a tic, tic, re calibrate
focus
thumbnail, zoom in on the eye in the thumbnail
to the gleem in the eye,
reflecting a Pepsi being poured into a Coke, with a Real Thing,
Giant sticker stuck stickily can't shake it take it oooo
no just any
body, don't you want some body to love? Roar or
was that a flash,
that was a genuine pshahdelic flash back on an out of zone
experience,
who knew? Boundaries are the best parts of bubbles.
If it was fun, you are in fected with a sorta sick humor.
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