Hello Poetry ought to make poets expand,
and lo, it does,
- perhaps past Amazon Web Systems, bending under the plan
- who knows how 502 connections catch up, when poets
take a thread and pull...
as the poetic bubble expands and encom-
passes under
standing stones, crawling on my belly shining
the path behind me
as might a slime in my condition, signaling
to all who follow,

rest up, some levers set springs that can
lift you anywhere
from 324 to 7500 bodlengths, imagine that
wrong
and the stories all start to seem familear as hell,
being or not,
you know, when this ain't sati-sifine-mine
satisfied, servant given props,
true, measure twice cut once is a good rule to remember
once more
too late, to matter, it passes as gas, spiritual, not religious.

The nuts are LH I bet you, watch what ah, you know
what the left hand knows, qwerty is on my side
and right requires looking to find a critical. point
where a breathing comma woulda done it better,

think out, ah loud, ha three times
what if now,

you read, and wonder if it happened or you
imagined it did.

you weite this line, it did gitwrit right, whosay whosayin
amean ameam a meme me me ,miney by yo toe-western
tap tongue click to the beat of the tribe,

unh hung, we bin, we gone we been and done
sing it old son sing it in that
silent way
words do as they seem to float above the page,
oh, sage, shouldabeen a child's name, and lo, it was.

A prophecy from Sue, too true to
disobey, so some where there's an Xer in Texas
called Sage,
remembering the Alamo
and such names, ken come loose the looser the interpretations
and beguilded become
set to high idle bemeaning nothing
in  1 generation exposed,

to the new atmosphere filled
with signals saving time,
Ten Days Coast to Coast, those
shiny men, in reality,
listened, not all of them, some of them, one finger typer,

guy lost his thumb, on a wagon train real deal do it
as it was done in the journals,
now, 30 wpm ,-.;

imagine imogenes-- the r--- re
tell, or call imoges imagine in the past

reality, mine, perhaps, not yours, even in the same
time zone, but we tune to this signal
and sudden
instant yes, a me
was a we and we went with it , let it boast of knowing
this qwerty code due to darwin's bulldog being related
to the guy I met just
inside
the doors of perception, after an excellent read
given me at the fishnet factory, in a package,
that seals the time frame for much of the past
and all the futures imaginable

it was just
that quick we yooost to say, the quick and the dead,
at the edge of eternity, we

as we are, aware, being ware able we know,
a thing or two, is not enough, to infect,
we need more,
baby, have I got a number for you, I put a spell on you,
I ran to Ur,
but Ur was fallen so I ran, to where Forrest Gump stopped.

And I remembered, away away a me-me memory implant
during a momentary disconnection
sensing something resonating as I wish a gong one song
hmmm steady
hmmm breathing thingme I am,
this
what good can I do did i- said AI already riddling
and only just
begun.

See if we or notice we did. We shall think we may know,
and we may as well do it.