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Jan 2019
Did you know me

Did you know me when I knew you , back then

back when

none of this was real but we felt it

could be.

If you knew my type,
my sort o'critter
from under a
shadow of
a rock.

Von Neumann said you need not accept
responsibility for the reality

others imagine you in, or
something like that.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
then I know how to
take action
I
wave my hand
magi
swish, besom of de struction
con structuring
com panions, company of ---

no, there is no such

being appearing needed,
what's missin' for this
impossible
mission

Feynman, make a tool.
Ramanujan, right the algo rhyme
Count as reason all the sets of infinite things
being
as we see. As they be, with no seeing being done.

Re, same vocalization as Re, the big Kahuna
in Egypt, sun god, crazy family,
senility and drooling
rulers. That Re

sounds just jest jist like rey ray re, eh? and
re is the oldest word we

link to the idea of reason and counting.

Come, let us reason…
Re, eh,
that counts. Counting positions now
away from then in any direction.
Al
beta test re quire

That's for your protection.
Bubbles have edges for that very first reason,

keep the inside in and the outside out.

Feelings every language can name,
are those not spiritual things
being influential as they may?

Should we, you and me, let feelings reign
the realm?
****** your qualms awry.

My realm,

I took responsibility. Von Nuemann, meet

my machination. It grows and grows and grows,
breaks are mended,
edges tended,
the meekest of us make peace for a living.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
you know how this came to pass.

War as an idea, counted me out, worthless.

I was drunk and he who drunk
was you. ..

back when

none of this was real but we
imagined now would
prove the point, one way or another

Life makes us,
we, who knew then,

did you know me when I knew you , back then?
I
remember knowing, this

is the big show, the one that counts.
Von Nuemann machines were intended to act like living things. There were experiments. Surely, you are joking, Mr. Feynmann inspired my meandering muse.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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