Making minimum effort, indeed,
mostly getting here, mostly lucky.
In earnest efforting
to bring forth good fruit,
I met a preacher, efforting,
better than I, most certain was he,
that his doctrinal fundamentals were
solid, while mine, at the time, were
reverting to ancient ideas concerning
critical details in fine print spoken pro-
missary permissions to go, make a way,
called to halt. Become rock solid, under
me, my base
to resolve
to become,
after all memories and dust,
ashes of us, once upon times inner surface,
as far out of sight as one could then imagine,
having not yet peered into Hubble's Deep Field,
having not even imagined the mechanics
needed to assure investors the time's well spent,
we imagine things in terms of type, characters,
and we, adult, adulterations of imaginary friends,
the poets whose muses we have use of, if we do,
but not if we don't amuse our selves with in-
credulous nonsense, to call free time,
offerings in worship of a thought,
easy does it.
Wu wei,
way too easy. If this were the end of that/
run away thinking, to me, the old man,
as we know we had a royally comfortable ride,
practically to forever, in my west with an inner edge,
Arizona was gonna be in my back yard, I admit,
that's what I prayed, and accepted as okeh,
on Earth as in Heaven,
where I sit today, Arizona is just across one
big basin before the trickle of the Colorado.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 8:48 PM UTC
Making minimum effort, indeed,
mostly getting here, mostly lucky.
In earnest efforting
to bring forth good fruit,
I met a preacher, efforting,
better than I, most certain was he,
that his doctrinal fundamentals were
solid, while mine, at the time, were
reverting to ancient ideas concerning
critical details in fine print spoken pro-
missary permissions to go, make a way,
called to halt. Become rock solid, under
me, my base
to resolve
to become,
after all memories and dust,
ashes of us, once upon times inner surface,
as far out of sight as one could then imagine,
having not yet peered into Hubble's Deep Field,
having not even imagined the mechanics
needed to assure investors the time's well spent,
we imagine things in terms of type, characters,
and we, adult, adulterations of imaginary friends,
the poets whose muses we have use of, if we do,
but not if we don't amuse our selves with in-
credulous nonsense, to call free time,
offerings in worship of a thought,
easy does it.
Wu wei,
way too easy. If this were the end of that/
run away thinking, to me, the old man,
as we know we had a royally comfortable ride,
practically to forever, in my west with an inner edge,
Arizona was gonna be in my back yard, I admit,
that's what I prayed, and accepted as okeh,
on Earth as in Heaven,
where I sit today, Arizona is just across one
big basin before the trickle of the Colorado.
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