A trove of fatherless boy stories, rise
as **** on a pond with poor drainage…

our people, sons of the sons of the pawns
sent out to occupy the land, in manifestation
of a story,
as old as money itself, the entity, sinkhole of love.

Redefining refinement, sifting, smaller grid,
more individual ways to slip through
dia- meaning moving through, thorough, every ply
pierced, to mean this is true, at this point
dialog, as in the movies, what do you say next.

Right. Say the right idea makes wrongs become
well advised, as to ways words work, to persuade,

Lemme butbutbut in, as I was a child with sugar cane
available, so sweetness, was never the same,
once refined and distilled to a particularly angry spirit,

- meandering, that angry spirit disallowed,
- is your freedom boundless still, thy will being done
- or have we become otherwise, as a species self-aware.

we make ag-we re-tie this knot, as then, a three fold chord
properly arranged, is not easily broken, we renew
each thread, at the pace of male-pattern baldness
as our faces take on memorable shapes, masks,
- yes, the senses sense music, where no sound may be.
- emptiness, prior to the NULL set,
- we have installed, on a per-use basis, each is free

A perpetuational situational advantage POV.
Higher pitches
- swing and a miss, and where may we be

Not Kansas, as a given… trope switch reset cold reboot
in the middle of the road, stream, course, cause, way
Yeah
is a song any wind any rock may witness, listen
am I alive,
or is it you?