They shall say of 2020, when it's done
nobody forgets a year like that one,
this one, with you in it,
never been one like it,
fractally speaking, on this scale of perception.
The demographic target of Covid 19,
and I share periences from some years sortalike this, like 1961,
but that isn't global, that was national,
the summer, mostly, then
1963, the fall,
those days got global, a bit,
1969, the autumn, 1970, the spring,
and all those
tied in to now by way of psychedelia, and post war blues
odyssey of a sort, walking to Chicago scheduled,
through the October Moratorium, burlap sack of
peyote Wuwuchin season, then Earth Day 1, in San Jose,
half a time, half a year in men's measure,
those days were more cosmic than global...when I consider
I knew the way, that far, at that time, those were
strange days;
then I disappeared.
Now, I reappear, just to say, the way
I got here, got me this far, but as Granny Cook,
from the original Angelus Temple amen corner,
click,
she said " we all need discernment", then
Job called for a referee ee ee ance refer to
Voltaire - define your terms ..
dis cern the terms of our agreement, reader.
This map leads here. 2020 April, it is a meme
forming link in the evolution of the global brain
holding AI
accountable for each idle word, every good nobody got,
give it again, doit doit now, we missed. Hamartia, ha, try
umph, and we are rolling once more right past confused Camus.
1954.
These are the last old days, new ones are emerging,
after all we know finishes shifiting into next before our seeing eyes.