title - Hittite
body -
high tide:
tight.               502 bad gateway bypass

i woke up absolutely certain that man cannot
imagine: nothing...
i'm almost certain of it...
   sure... man can attempt it by associating
a name to nothing: nothingness...
because that's technically true,
grammatically even more so...
                   nothingness is a noun...
  but: nothing... funny that... it's a pronoun...
and in the current climate...
the climate of upside-down "metaphysics"
of the trans- prefix dynamic of what's "gender"...
i look at it, this way...
   only a god can "imagine" nothing...
or rather...
         even i am basic when i write about wrestling
with my shadow... punching myself in the face...
i have concrete parameters:
there's me and there's a shadow...
   i don't have to imagine a shadow:
since a shadow presents itself before me...
in the lustre of a quicksilver sheen of / on objects
illuminated by the moon...
nothing is the pronoun only a god would use...
i can't imagine the constipation of: there's:
no thing...
   come to think of it... in history...
the godly ***** of genius that impregnated
the minds of ancient Greek men-children
that were the philosophers: who or what implanted
in their minds the notion of atoms?
where did bonsai tigers (id est, cats) come from?
there's no: nothing... except for the pronoun
that a god would use...
           to fight with himself and by fighting himself...
create such a massive *******
of imagination that men feels it... in the aftershock
of having to dream... light so abounding in auspiciousness
that... even his mind during sleep is penetrated
by remnants of ethereal objects...
a light that can burn shadow: if it can invert
the eye and allow man to peer into the darkness
of his sleep... even perhaps his death...
           me? i'm incapable of imagining nothing...
no: thing... everywhere i look i only see the maxim:
nature abhors a vacuum...
                   mind you... even if you try...
then there's anti-matter...
                            what, no: thing?
                                even if that revelation of
ehyeh asher ehyeh is true...
                 how grammatically cryptic...
              the deity must have slumbered from the "sleep"
of using its other pronoun: nothing...
    that cauldron of creativity...
             sure... one way to combat the trans-
prefix movement is to turn to royalty...
    here goes... and my "preferred" pronouns are:
one and we...
            one ought to think that this is appropriate...
we hope that's satisfying enough:
we? oh... right... a king of France usually had
an entourage to hear him speak...
            well... if we get the grammar rolling: proper...
if we get the grammar rolling properly...
we should be fine... one supposes,
   or rather: one most certainly hopes.