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As a mortal may, I may imagine
I let myself drift with circumstance
and dance with the other half of me,
who gets this chance, just once
in a lifetime and lets it pass,
meaning nothing more,
than a thought,
fit to an instance.
We all have two minds, you know,
and those two think differently, alone;
but as we grow old and learn patience
perfecting persistance fitting instantiations
of the algorithmatic weform, we form upon
agreement, left hand sees the letters writ
I and e, left best and right best intentions,
combining minds to make a polimental me,
and whatsoever such agree, makes
aggravation heavy enough
to squeeze a mysterious fluid from
the first living stone to presume life's no fun,
yes, we be the augmented, minding wisdoms,
falsely called sciences of religion, using assisted
memory machinations, virtual how to persistence,
with go backs, and do overs, Mulligan's, to some,
mere next in truth, a step taken is never taken
back. In truth, each life's lived in go now mode,
later is as one might expect, having had days
like this in times past, spectator status revoked,
insanely great ideas fed crumbs, smile slightly.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
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As a mortal may, I may imagine
I let myself drift with circumstance
and dance with the other half of me,
who gets this chance, just once
in a lifetime and lets it pass,
meaning nothing more,
than a thought,
fit to an instance.
We all have two minds, you know,
and those two think differently, alone;
but as we grow old and learn patience
perfecting persistance fitting instantiations
of the algorithmatic weform, we form upon
agreement, left hand sees the letters writ
I and e, left best and right best intentions,
combining minds to make a polimental me,
and whatsoever such agree, makes
aggravation heavy enough
to squeeze a mysterious fluid from
the first living stone to presume life's no fun,
yes, we be the augmented, minding wisdoms,
falsely called sciences of religion, using assisted
memory machinations, virtual how to persistence,
with go backs, and do overs, Mulligan's, to some,
mere next in truth, a step taken is never taken
back. In truth, each life's lived in go now mode,
later is as one might expect, having had days
like this in times past, spectator status revoked,
insanely great ideas fed crumbs, smile slightly.
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