As sudden as
can be, just now, in
standard conscious weform
sensible thinking word form
subtle cunning mere wisdom reform
from what we took to bed last night,
from what we ate and drank and breathed
long easy breaths,
logic static steady humms, as ifs
what we who use words without
accompaniment from surrounding flow
through narrowed clogged arteries, at scale
make
zoom out, and breathe slowly holding each a while
Earth as the Pearl of Worth we must see in a weform
I am, we are, we were apriori holding certain truths
precepts essential epi posited opposites just as certain
the good a fruiting body does, imagine San Juaquin in bloom,
rolling down from Tehachapi past Buttonwillow, in the spring
the whole valley smells of fruits to come, breathe and believe
the world would feed us, it will even feed our fearful machines,
the stockades our feed lots demanded to feed our blooming towns
those visionary Daedalus models of genius enginif-icacy, genie co-ifs
since seeing is believing when what we see is what we think, words
and birds fly by cry announcing a presence state of mind, anow, we
leave go the surly bands of soil, root and branch, exhale, a new used
experience practically imaginable any space where quiet fills the time.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
As sudden as
can be, just now, in
standard conscious weform
sensible thinking word form
subtle cunning mere wisdom reform
from what we took to bed last night,
from what we ate and drank and breathed
long easy breaths,
logic static steady humms, as ifs
what we who use words without
accompaniment from surrounding flow
through narrowed clogged arteries, at scale
make
zoom out, and breathe slowly holding each a while
Earth as the Pearl of Worth we must see in a weform
I am, we are, we were apriori holding certain truths
precepts essential epi posited opposites just as certain
the good a fruiting body does, imagine San Juaquin in bloom,
rolling down from Tehachapi past Buttonwillow, in the spring
the whole valley smells of fruits to come, breathe and believe
the world would feed us, it will even feed our fearful machines,
the stockades our feed lots demanded to feed our blooming towns
those visionary Daedalus models of genius enginif-icacy, genie co-ifs
since seeing is believing when what we see is what we think, words
and birds fly by cry announcing a presence state of mind, anow, we
leave go the surly bands of soil, root and branch, exhale, a new used
experience practically imaginable any space where quiet fills the time.
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