Take away selfishness,
and most of the American Dream flattens
into the cinema-real backdrop
against which Boomers matured.
Our grand parents were the last
of the pioneers,
or first
of the labor class immigrants
to be specialized
for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat
of the brow for wages
of sin born iniquity jobs.
When all people
on the planet think little
of groupthink effects, one devises effectual,
fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime,
or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares…
bread of life's basic daily grind,
fundamental bottom mind, superfluous
to say bottom most, basest
ideal standard ration
measured common rationality
built line upon line, letter by letter, plain
let the message be itself the messenger
kind of sapience marking our species
as soil comprised complexities,
which wax old in no time at all, at the end,
the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting,
face to the sun on a April morning,
in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing.
In this position, suppose-edly
my Truth's only ever once
told
upon a time, out past here and now…
I sit, thinking,
reifying realized right thinking, balanced,
recollecting all yester-was
incidents we all pass
as one's own life
time wise
necessary
organic carbon scaffolding - and memories.
A smile,
a suggestion in a word,
a subtle shift on a face,
you see,
you knew what I mean.
A wink, not what you think.
Come let us make a day, imagine,
today, only the good we do gets done,
within the reach of any doing penance.
So, the word of the master, whence
cometh all the wisdom ever we use,
cometh to all, save those brought up
in the school of the prophets Saul danced with
-- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth,
dabar
רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point
of contention, an argue-premise point…
Proud child memorizer, reared
to be the reader aloud, raised
to be the reteller reselling past prophecies,
pointed promises perceptible now, as later,
still, the end must come,
the truth itself shall be seen as shown,
to be observed, reverent, wary, watching
all the mobs of mankind been scattered
to and fro, from island to island,
since ever was a story we be in.
Today, 2025 by the church told time, since
the message from the spirit of truth, per se.
Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel
whatifery, reification risen conception, breath
whispering, really listening,
here's the time, as it ever was,
here's the day, as it ever is,
make do.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Take away selfishness,
and most of the American Dream flattens
into the cinema-real backdrop
against which Boomers matured.
Our grand parents were the last
of the pioneers,
or first
of the labor class immigrants
to be specialized
for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat
of the brow for wages
of sin born iniquity jobs.
When all people
on the planet think little
of groupthink effects, one devises effectual,
fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime,
or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares…
bread of life's basic daily grind,
fundamental bottom mind, superfluous
to say bottom most, basest
ideal standard ration
measured common rationality
built line upon line, letter by letter, plain
let the message be itself the messenger
kind of sapience marking our species
as soil comprised complexities,
which wax old in no time at all, at the end,
the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting,
face to the sun on a April morning,
in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing.
In this position, suppose-edly
my Truth's only ever once
told
upon a time, out past here and now…
I sit, thinking,
reifying realized right thinking, balanced,
recollecting all yester-was
incidents we all pass
as one's own life
time wise
necessary
organic carbon scaffolding - and memories.
A smile,
a suggestion in a word,
a subtle shift on a face,
you see,
you knew what I mean.
A wink, not what you think.
Come let us make a day, imagine,
today, only the good we do gets done,
within the reach of any doing penance.
So, the word of the master, whence
cometh all the wisdom ever we use,
cometh to all, save those brought up
in the school of the prophets Saul danced with
-- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth,
dabar
רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point
of contention, an argue-premise point…
Proud child memorizer, reared
to be the reader aloud, raised
to be the reteller reselling past prophecies,
pointed promises perceptible now, as later,
still, the end must come,
the truth itself shall be seen as shown,
to be observed, reverent, wary, watching
all the mobs of mankind been scattered
to and fro, from island to island,
since ever was a story we be in.
Today, 2025 by the church told time, since
the message from the spirit of truth, per se.
Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel
whatifery, reification risen conception, breath
whispering, really listening,
here's the time, as it ever was,
here's the day, as it ever is,
make do.
I believe, we are alive during an unprecedented instance of life on Earth, where until very recently, no living person had seen the dark side of the moon, nor the rings of Saturn, nor the Earth as seen from there,... the wisest minds three hundred years ago knew less about the stars than my grandchildren, but far more about just causes for war in support of the All Mighty and Most Merciful establisher of party politics and denominational confessional auto de fe.
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