To see there clearly from here.
Look, there it is.
There's the granted one more chance.
Carpe diem, gently, one more chance.
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Make time.
Take time, stretch a factor
never measured, a breath let out,
never wholly yours again, inspired
before
conspiring
with all the breath there is
to share and take
and hold and think on and
think off think on think off think
blink
image made imagined
in our moment in the moment
when what I thought I could do got done
an instance
in a child's untethered why,
answered by adults on television as if
we all know war is a right nations have,
as if nations can be chosen by reality,
and granted cruel WMD industries
forbidden by good sense,
to any but us, we,
America, the new exceptional nation,
responding to the tongue of fire,
as real as the emperor's wardrobe, we
the people sharing all the shame on us
for being powerless
to think a different way
to make joy where none is now.
Infectious peace, full effect strange love
likened to glowing coals behind eyes…
Imagine that, my conscience told me,
see how little good is more than none.
See proud tyranny resisted
by the breath you use
making sense,
from radical courage
rooted will to live, as flame
using time and chance to make
Hope from evidence
alone,
with nothing added.
Proven substance, in truth,
as most honed pointed love lights
all the lies about God that demand
war to prove a tyranny for God's sake.
Loyalty to any lie told to children
is only believable
under fulltime mindless obedience…
enforced using fear of Hell on Earth and ever
after believing you are too dumb to speak
truth to leaders falsely so called
blink rethink rethunk
love, the lure, love the spark
igniting piles of ignorant pride
while opportunity
to love blows one smoldering flax
for certain self-evident truths,
can dawn on us all at once
where
Truth is the way life makes life worth
thinking at scale… stretched JWST wide.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC
To see there clearly from here.
Look, there it is.
There's the granted one more chance.
Carpe diem, gently, one more chance.
-----------------
Make time.
Take time, stretch a factor
never measured, a breath let out,
never wholly yours again, inspired
before
conspiring
with all the breath there is
to share and take
and hold and think on and
think off think on think off think
blink
image made imagined
in our moment in the moment
when what I thought I could do got done
an instance
in a child's untethered why,
answered by adults on television as if
we all know war is a right nations have,
as if nations can be chosen by reality,
and granted cruel WMD industries
forbidden by good sense,
to any but us, we,
America, the new exceptional nation,
responding to the tongue of fire,
as real as the emperor's wardrobe, we
the people sharing all the shame on us
for being powerless
to think a different way
to make joy where none is now.
Infectious peace, full effect strange love
likened to glowing coals behind eyes…
Imagine that, my conscience told me,
see how little good is more than none.
See proud tyranny resisted
by the breath you use
making sense,
from radical courage
rooted will to live, as flame
using time and chance to make
Hope from evidence
alone,
with nothing added.
Proven substance, in truth,
as most honed pointed love lights
all the lies about God that demand
war to prove a tyranny for God's sake.
Loyalty to any lie told to children
is only believable
under fulltime mindless obedience…
enforced using fear of Hell on Earth and ever
after believing you are too dumb to speak
truth to leaders falsely so called
blink rethink rethunk
love, the lure, love the spark
igniting piles of ignorant pride
while opportunity
to love blows one smoldering flax
for certain self-evident truths,
can dawn on us all at once
where
Truth is the way life makes life worth
thinking at scale… stretched JWST wide.
Perfect works are finished works, so a perfect thought is like a seed that can continue becoming more seeds, and become new versions using old code, the way mustard makes cauliflower and broccoli with help from thinkers who see how next could be better than now... I meander on...
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