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Dec 2020
Well, if my attention is all I own, and may
self generate, in return for
learning or reacting to mazing devices for
finding why I choose

if my will is surrendered to chemistry,
where is the code
hat keeps time
n chnce missing random keys in random lines?

WHY must I never forget how to ride a bike?
How can I ever forget U, U'

facing front from the first learned cross,
any color works, Mondriaan sub-'tility
be not decieved of the
more than 43 quintillion ways to scramble a Rubik's cube,
of all those,
there is only your definition for the right state to prove, if you wish
there is a perfect mix,
equally tricky,

beguiling, in fact, to watch a seven-year old on Adderall do this.
Glorying in seeing my grandson solve a three by three puzzle as his Daddy
silently -nearly, watches saying see, see, saying over and over see, ah shhh, seee -- neither are on Adderall... poetic licensee not biografee.
five minutes, by the cloud's clock.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  72/M/Pine Valley CA
(72/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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