for AV
the irony noticed asap, but the poem notion irritant
was too nouveau, had to ripen~fester before it plucked
sufficiently at my unconscious with Now! I am ready for
a vine ripe picking, un beau joulais
this fascination about, how we self-categorize,
our wisdoming perspectives when looking up, or
looking down, trying to grow, and not to drown, as the
new advances come at us as fast as a new memory chip,
faster than our logged but fading Ancien Régime
memories disappear, the definition of ancient, is me,
and yours, will be additive, grow as you witness changes that
me and the grave will happily successfully avoid
perspective is a two way continuum, just please
keep on being an almost ready red tomato,
still absorbing sun and knowledge like the fields
of sunflowers of Provence, between Carpentras and Avignon…