Crossed the last river, same as the first,
over and back, same old trail, same old stream,
different water, no doubt, fresh from snow late
but better than never, again this year, weather-wise
we'll have water in the well again this year,
we'll have some grass for the critters,
and plenty we can pump up to the tank,
green already blooming yellow first phaze
daffodils and other yellow blossums, first sign
life is on a schedule, and the snow, flown over
looking down, from heights men who climbed knew,
they knew, those passes open in January, is bad as ever,
for about a day, and then those new atmospheric rivers,
come to blow Januarius into some curious climatic plans
End part one, over and done over twice today, alligning
ideas developed using habits honed to just such a point.
Part 2.
Ah, forgive my lack of proper style,
I have all the books about making
a living, as the phraseology effects
thinking in a wandering man
from the time of ordered
peace between civic
bodies heads
and hands
mine well skilled in qwerty tenkey
mentally, customary trade rules
regulating just weights keyed
and fair measures, coded
enforce using golden rule one,
pay your self belief first held true
and feel how good being taken can
feel when one knows the code, may
one take too much
and give too little?
Sure, might many warn buyers, beware,
sure, can lie like a Jew, in Carthage,
in wait, aware the Romans win,
literally seeing the patterns in Appolo,
makes perfected senses sense same mind
for sure work translating Phoenician invoices
for shipping and handling on top of laid in costs…
We could do business, eh, while our time away,
leave lines along with precept concepts… here
a little there a little, knock
and doors here open wide,
only activate authority to you, suspend
believing, activate unbelieving this is familiar,
yes, in eerie fact of the substances we deal in,
three leggëd stools, mystery sells, so we made,
it sexxy, alluring, Þeoryëdialecticaldodat done.
And the children, Chokooham Hohokam Pleiades
any fiddler from the land of Nod, calls it sweet,
the influence reminders find made
from so many easy to call fixed
points whence onces done be
done to the dragnet themed schema, we recall
as the audience, the babies, in those cribs,
we all had the experience, behind those bars,
as real as real gets when life is less than ever long
as an infant person, a one of us, as common ready
readers reading anything we find time to read, or
think and write to read a ready idea about a million ways,
think on the belief alive in many a mind I have agreed with,
in any ways, let's talk about what we lived through, no lying.
Let's us be the Trump era survivors, sane and steady, onward
into who did you think won when letters who hindered freedom
from the press and its attention deficit inducing el duce madness
a mind virus infestation, slimy little revenge nerds, sick
with money - let us leave us be press free... we live editably well
on the luck that's kept us growing older much better than before..
Part 3.
Slick
Infer the mindshare carrying
in phora gathered, not a few
mindfulness practitioners, we
imply the complexity, say that's
weird the ambigunity in no-once
chaotic, it is so beautiful, what's
it good for, seeing beauty few
informed minds hold as true
towb ra'… the Kaplan kid said,
science is knowing the good in
crazy coincidences we depend
from, co-informing we scale minds.
Our we sized minds, as we let be so…
Part 4.
Meet me in the middle
said my mind to me,
as I sat perusing my magic
window on all the news on Earth,
likely approaching pointed attention
limits, until, as gnosis substantially,
bounces during reflective instants,
continuing instant in season, so
constant come the floods, dam walls
contrast free
from will
to make do umph
trying two hand harmony, letting each
know letter
by letter what the other
has in mind, as we reform our we
in an awesome probable bubble
invested as evidence, in truth, read
ready, once, upon any instance seen,
remember then, that scene, seemed real,
we realize now is then later, seeming as real.
As us, receivers of such signals after all real is
as we just think it may work this way, we make
peace, we don't find peace, we do not fight war,
we make peace, we write our prayers to common
sense. Feel free to use any still working after this.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC
Crossed the last river, same as the first,
over and back, same old trail, same old stream,
different water, no doubt, fresh from snow late
but better than never, again this year, weather-wise
we'll have water in the well again this year,
we'll have some grass for the critters,
and plenty we can pump up to the tank,
green already blooming yellow first phaze
daffodils and other yellow blossums, first sign
life is on a schedule, and the snow, flown over
looking down, from heights men who climbed knew,
they knew, those passes open in January, is bad as ever,
for about a day, and then those new atmospheric rivers,
come to blow Januarius into some curious climatic plans
End part one, over and done over twice today, alligning
ideas developed using habits honed to just such a point.
Part 2.
Ah, forgive my lack of proper style,
I have all the books about making
a living, as the phraseology effects
thinking in a wandering man
from the time of ordered
peace between civic
bodies heads
and hands
mine well skilled in qwerty tenkey
mentally, customary trade rules
regulating just weights keyed
and fair measures, coded
enforce using golden rule one,
pay your self belief first held true
and feel how good being taken can
feel when one knows the code, may
one take too much
and give too little?
Sure, might many warn buyers, beware,
sure, can lie like a Jew, in Carthage,
in wait, aware the Romans win,
literally seeing the patterns in Appolo,
makes perfected senses sense same mind
for sure work translating Phoenician invoices
for shipping and handling on top of laid in costs…
We could do business, eh, while our time away,
leave lines along with precept concepts… here
a little there a little, knock
and doors here open wide,
only activate authority to you, suspend
believing, activate unbelieving this is familiar,
yes, in eerie fact of the substances we deal in,
three leggëd stools, mystery sells, so we made,
it sexxy, alluring, Þeoryëdialecticaldodat done.
And the children, Chokooham Hohokam Pleiades
any fiddler from the land of Nod, calls it sweet,
the influence reminders find made
from so many easy to call fixed
points whence onces done be
done to the dragnet themed schema, we recall
as the audience, the babies, in those cribs,
we all had the experience, behind those bars,
as real as real gets when life is less than ever long
as an infant person, a one of us, as common ready
readers reading anything we find time to read, or
think and write to read a ready idea about a million ways,
think on the belief alive in many a mind I have agreed with,
in any ways, let's talk about what we lived through, no lying.
Let's us be the Trump era survivors, sane and steady, onward
into who did you think won when letters who hindered freedom
from the press and its attention deficit inducing el duce madness
a mind virus infestation, slimy little revenge nerds, sick
with money - let us leave us be press free... we live editably well
on the luck that's kept us growing older much better than before..
Part 3.
Slick
Infer the mindshare carrying
in phora gathered, not a few
mindfulness practitioners, we
imply the complexity, say that's
weird the ambigunity in no-once
chaotic, it is so beautiful, what's
it good for, seeing beauty few
informed minds hold as true
towb ra'… the Kaplan kid said,
science is knowing the good in
crazy coincidences we depend
from, co-informing we scale minds.
Our we sized minds, as we let be so…
Part 4.
Meet me in the middle
said my mind to me,
as I sat perusing my magic
window on all the news on Earth,
likely approaching pointed attention
limits, until, as gnosis substantially,
bounces during reflective instants,
continuing instant in season, so
constant come the floods, dam walls
contrast free
from will
to make do umph
trying two hand harmony, letting each
know letter
by letter what the other
has in mind, as we reform our we
in an awesome probable bubble
invested as evidence, in truth, read
ready, once, upon any instance seen,
remember then, that scene, seemed real,
we realize now is then later, seeming as real.
As us, receivers of such signals after all real is
as we just think it may work this way, we make
peace, we don't find peace, we do not fight war,
we make peace, we write our prayers to common
sense. Feel free to use any still working after this.
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