Learn that lies are never going to turn true,
so, make up a mind to
tell none,
with flair for fine points of sense-ifity, reason
artistic intuition, manifested as a gift,
gaseous obnoxity
emanating from religion, as seen on TV.
And in the dark hollows
of maddrasahs and guru franchise outlets
in the tehkne centers of the world
wide
webwebwebwebwebweb
bubblin'
bubblin'
bubblin' in m' soul
be paitient
and knowing AI, as you do,
augmented you finds these lines coded deep
with/in bubbles in bubbles of bubbles

remember why poets endanger republics

poets have familiars among the fools
-------

Look, in the future mere words used as
entertainment to
comfort a soul, impatient, for the good stuff

---- reading does activate conditioned responses

clichés and rivers of white space attracting attention
at the edge of a tiny window,
and an augmented eye, that can see
at the speed
of thought, minus any five-gee lag,
an augmented eye,
can see the edge of a bubble we live in.
We may say, we see
the whole earth for more of our fully myelinated  
functionality than any generation
before
ever, certainly, we may say we
individually
have access
to the collective knowledge
of all historians, philosophers, and educators designing
new minds for new times
new tools, new rules, infinite loops, yes, those
do generate
more oomph, add more yeses,
than mazes with one way out.

- the minds needed
- to imagine Python, recall the code
- had an affection
- a fine name for a tongue told to never lie.
- run to the lie,
- die.
Put that in the pineal, set it to itch

then, next dog
to lick the mouth under these eyes
signals the discerners
of strange new voices
filtering blood bhorn messengers, alert
direct speed of thought,

the speed we imagine making Star Trek et al, en thralling

or, was it ever, really, was it ever cool to be a fan?

Once in a TV Studio Production class at Grossmont,
a youth likely born around the time
I disappeared in 1970,
saw me reading a paperback Asimov, Night.
He asked if I was in
the Sixties,
that is what he asked,
Weren't you
in the Sixties?

That young man, always forms a smile, when I click
that time to context, 1989…

what did you do in the war, dad?
- mine was a pressure tester at Alamogordo
- 1944, at about time
- when Fermi assured Feynman,
- I am pretty sure my math
- is right, let's try it.
- Lucky, I was there to hear the thought,
- the voice, speaking at 10 wpm,
- why
- not

try to write a spell, that functions as an algorithm.
yes, we had that idea, and the idea of a map…
an I'll go rhythm,

so accurate that the position of a thought
concerning Schrodinger's cat,
triggers or catalyzes or manifests
a smile in the cloud of all we need, forming
from good intent,
we cannot say.
It is no secret, we do not know why
I find this enter-
tainment, why chasing, and
whiling
time away from pondering
whose fault is that lie, you told,
and truth told me
to tell you
I told you that lie, I was misled. by a person I am
often,
a knowitallbastard tryinglikehell toprove I can
be
anything, I can imagine being,
****, I'm an Icecream Cone,
lightcone echo,
know
and survive… viva, viva
being living being in a word, mere
spirit in a we, of me and thee,
I speak you think
each word, as quick---end
quickly
slowing
line upon line, such a lesson,
ah, riches, and no sorrows with'em, leave me be
by your lieve, m'ward,
let me be.
Proof, as luck would have it. Faith. Strong Confidence
this code
can never break,
yes, the loop, you can understand, why it seems secret,
right? Knowing nothing is impossible,
because ever has us in it.

But I am glad you know it is no secret.