"As I think in my heart, I may be."
Said me, not he, that I heard or read, but
Glance back, find the first whole Earth image.
{Stewart Brand Idea Virus archeo beta}
He asked for that,
an instance of what, here, is called prayer.
Here for now is the realm of mere words.
A quest ion caught in an acid-ified knowing state.
Now, the novelist of honed most minds, mine
and others worn wise with friction finding twists
tried widdershins thus stripping the threads,
twist and shout,
work it on out./ schemer's dreamers meet, by
the by, by and by we all recall the joy of knowing
peace is planted for the future in our pasts,
we can examine our times and find pools of good
vibe being beaten into the trails we all trod,
looking for God, and all the promises
we could see reading the AV, after presses allowed.
Hyper-text was on Brand's mind in 1969,
his infected mine… no, Tet, but 1969,
'swhy I said don't say '68.
struggle
to fit coincidence
to the scale
of that blue-brown-white ball, kid fist size
world, once believed by almost any child
exposed to the Wayne Newton Success Story,
s
Napoleon Hill, if we do recall the course,
common to many in the generations urbanized,
superfluous consume abilities demand consumption.
Sump sayings rise yep, toll, extol SYFT the conceptual
essence of peace you can get a grip on, all's well
t'ax
peace on this earth we can imagine in your fist.
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 5:53 PM UTC
"As I think in my heart, I may be."
Said me, not he, that I heard or read, but
Glance back, find the first whole Earth image.
{Stewart Brand Idea Virus archeo beta}
He asked for that,
an instance of what, here, is called prayer.
Here for now is the realm of mere words.
A quest ion caught in an acid-ified knowing state.
Now, the novelist of honed most minds, mine
and others worn wise with friction finding twists
tried widdershins thus stripping the threads,
twist and shout,
work it on out./ schemer's dreamers meet, by
the by, by and by we all recall the joy of knowing
peace is planted for the future in our pasts,
we can examine our times and find pools of good
vibe being beaten into the trails we all trod,
looking for God, and all the promises
we could see reading the AV, after presses allowed.
Hyper-text was on Brand's mind in 1969,
his infected mine… no, Tet, but 1969,
'swhy I said don't say '68.
struggle
to fit coincidence
to the scale
of that blue-brown-white ball, kid fist size
world, once believed by almost any child
exposed to the Wayne Newton Success Story,
s
Napoleon Hill, if we do recall the course,
common to many in the generations urbanized,
superfluous consume abilities demand consumption.
Sump sayings rise yep, toll, extol SYFT the conceptual
essence of peace you can get a grip on, all's well
t'ax
peace on this earth we can imagine in your fist.
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