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Sep 2021
in the name of a nation or king or religion
any earthly authority
this gift, grasping prehensile mind,
made for taking worth's measure in attention,
robbed in fog and cloudy projections
on the walls of the fortress of safe and sound
mind made up on traditional lines
of reasoning, how, prior to why,
ever if we think it is we who do
become
as other men, from history and legend,
robber barons, or the type.
heirs of traditional narrow arteries of life,
self evidently right, for the clot that was,
evolved to us, the people who do read,
as the angel
did advise.
{if not command, in vain,
to the self willed illiterate - not you, dear reader}
reading walks the ocean of opinion
and offers
stepping stone, just under where I stood,
under mining step
taking is sanctioned, when shared
with the boss
be that role man or monstor men imagined-
wait.
The old monk saw clearly through the
fog
window
door- deeper past now from space, see
it is
spaceship earth we all are seeing vicariously
thanks
to a means of paying for attention,
paid back better, than expected test- to try
paypal,
living like the guy who took the kingdoms
of the world,
when offered
in the desert crossing,
everybody gets the chance,
it's only fare, I toll the bell, you ask
for whom?

and the whole space ship laughs at you.
a first thought, saying all it had to say, Spacex, is real in my lifetime,
and I remember when Amazon only sold books.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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