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Jul 2021
Think a bit with me
in words, {sign says eat me}
- 'notha sayo gramma ***** -
- word

these magical things.
We read,
not all minds do,
in fact some mortal minds that can,
read, do not, though,
we know, due to our inborn link
to the tree
of all mankind now knows,
listening is enough
to think with. Reading is as slow as we go.
-take a line at a time, the whole time, line upon line

BTW- the maze, whence we wish we were
unmazed,
happens to be
the map of reality, we was me in mind only, in
a we,
I am amazed, by grace,
no good did I do that I was not equipped to do.

Like and as, for instance, why am I the only me?

Well, you see,
it is like this. Look around, feet on the ground.

Is any thing existing now for you alone?
Is the air mine, or only this breath, of course,
who can say and know?
I may, and can, and have the doing done
to prove, skritchy skritch itch, I am

experienced. Wanna dance?
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Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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