I have the kinds of clouds
I can see any thing in
scrying of some sort, I suppose,

within the limits of the medium
and level of my focus

smoke signals from the future
formed of seens
and beens and wee'uns
un done

we words appear magical
for their very lievibility,
being havable

lievitate too late and
its back three
degrees
levels
squares
planes
fractals in the foam

the idea
else --- the other any than this one,

you know, evil elses are lies,
at the moment.
Ever began a while ago.

We, the we we are in, as read word
agents intending imbalance
in our favor, we, the living,
the winners
from when the fix
was finished.

It all went dark,
a while.
snakes took the rap and snarled
like wolves
in heat,

all createdness groaned and
nue nuevo newity newifity

boo.
We breathe the air, and know
good and evil, and we urge
good enough to be

plenty. This is a fine place for mortality.

one line
some times, times and times one word
inaline

mylynating rhymes awhile 'cause some
tickle, as they ease open

long-locked ages of sages and singers and such

seers, we were ere prophecy was seen as special

seers said seeing was believing and all who saw believed.
put periods any where you need them,
commas, too. We agree. Sense has a need for grammar

fit for the medium able to push a message
at thought speed, with freeze
frame
line upon line, precept upon precept, here
a little there