--- that's all a footnote and a preface,
faceted reflection connotes split
person weform influxuation, wit
necessary,
no yielding, no backing away,
or else, eh, all in bets work that way.
First inkling of a plan, a drip
from an old, to me, memory,
a store of storied memes, alive
and well intensioned, wound up,
about to spring from dissimulation
Bible bubbles
from my souls submission.
In the spirit truth is, I may say
I do believe there is a thread,
throughout the past to now,
whying, we shall call
reasoning, we with Isaiah,
come and see, wilderness, day two,
the very next
day,
we went out to the edge of town,
to ponder what'd we'd heard, yesterday,
while we reflected dawn, on a day
after rain at the bottom edge
of the alpine ecologic zone,
think back, reflect an imagination,
this is our current situation,
I am first, thinking I am being,
and then to your part in the plan,
the leap is just, exactly just
enough, by faith, the evidence
found in confidence, at the fi,
in finance, you find remenants,
once, wisest of men, reportedly said,
scriptural authority is the ready reader's,
made believe a holy as hell of good idea, once matter had a structural minimum
points perceived unaccountably
as if idle words awaken, at we being re
all start to click and tic ** we
realize there is no waste
in reusable time… each
dawn, as a mortal
we get born again,
start all over, new innocense,
same old show.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
--- that's all a footnote and a preface,
faceted reflection connotes split
person weform influxuation, wit
necessary,
no yielding, no backing away,
or else, eh, all in bets work that way.
First inkling of a plan, a drip
from an old, to me, memory,
a store of storied memes, alive
and well intensioned, wound up,
about to spring from dissimulation
Bible bubbles
from my souls submission.
In the spirit truth is, I may say
I do believe there is a thread,
throughout the past to now,
whying, we shall call
reasoning, we with Isaiah,
come and see, wilderness, day two,
the very next
day,
we went out to the edge of town,
to ponder what'd we'd heard, yesterday,
while we reflected dawn, on a day
after rain at the bottom edge
of the alpine ecologic zone,
think back, reflect an imagination,
this is our current situation,
I am first, thinking I am being,
and then to your part in the plan,
the leap is just, exactly just
enough, by faith, the evidence
found in confidence, at the fi,
in finance, you find remenants,
once, wisest of men, reportedly said,
scriptural authority is the ready reader's,
made believe a holy as hell of good idea, once matter had a structural minimum
points perceived unaccountably
as if idle words awaken, at we being re
all start to click and tic ** we
realize there is no waste
in reusable time… each
dawn, as a mortal
we get born again,
start all over, new innocense,
same old show.
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