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Apr 2020
A day's work, for a day's wage. That's the motto,

here we do the work, a word's actual worth,

we hold a meaning, which, makes common sense,
once we've tamed the main
stream of ideas for processing,
setting course bounds,
grammar and words of aim or blame or action,
or the opposite of all of those,

we speak the same tongue and access the same data set
for definitions and wiki-matter,

we, like me, my self, I the sub, me the ob, we, the both,
and you, dear reader,
were you to agree,

we is a being greater than the sum of our two mees and iams and yous,

Double you, one from you, one from me.
A me to you and I to me and vice versa.

Like matter anti matter, only immaterial, it makes nothing happen.

I enjoy imagining we can agree to let the air out of a trial balloon, and
in so doing we increase the peace of mind
on earth, one eight billionth of the gross human worth. My part. More with you.

You would not notice, except your part is next. I'm your cue,

I have waited for this your entire life. Go.
Be your best self more oft than not and

there's experiential scientific evidence that doing it gets

easier, and easier, until waiting is not suffering, it is patient

going with the current, taking the course as it comes, no trial,
no risk of damnation,

yep, there is a net. And do overs, no trial, no test, no lie,

do until y'do right, or die, but if you do right, and you know,

common sense can say it

seems right to show a shadow has another side.

keep the shiny side up, when y'hit the road. There is a detour up ahead.
I don't care if you can't imagine it. My Prius Persona converses with the Number 2 pump at the Sinclair station with the hookah bar where the **** bays used to be.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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