Last while, this while,
that while ago
started
seeming

passing, passed through time.

Silly now, so simple, alright, al
ready sublimnal, subcortical,

in the thick of it, primordial knots,
Gordian story used to hold the hopes…
-legends of easy living once the good king come...
on stories seers swore to tell,
yes, holders of hopes, metaphors, points
loci, places in the core co-re-ality relation-
ship,
for what your time is worth in words
I formed from thoughts that flow as flux
for the solder.

Brazen repair, tinker's solder dam, atom.

In a world of thought particles as small
as the weight of a guess.

In the or y else, jo se, see language, and words

are not co-dependent, we know words,
we learn to do what words tell any reader
on reading this, do this, without another word

Stop. Perhaps, the red-hexagon, alone, says it.

No voice, a thought, a signal sent from the order
faction in action to pre-
serve the messaging system, redeeming idle words,
feeling sorry…

a limbic emotion, is it? Sorry, I did not get the mess-
age, I was handling baggage, putting down some

old tries, to make sense.
Clearing my head,
is how we said, step away. Be
elsewhere

for a while. Bid the muses go play outside.