Many things to think

about at on in out
after wherein here after

great negative debt in truth
taking burden grievous for naught

I have made up my mind that now

I am among the happiest of men kind,
a discerner of the essential other wise

when the radio waves, across the
solmization spectra
sibilance
signal
sing do re mi
I have returned, to the joy
of my child hood, the grin giving

my intentions grief, ai, did I laugh,
to myself, indeed, we did, I laugh

you know more than Galileo, you do,
but that won't buy a piece of gum,

here's where I invested my two cents,
circa 1965,

every time I find a penny,
bright nor shiny I don't mind,

I jus' usem t'buy me gum.

Bazooka, for the fortune
considered sidereally accurate,
kept me from being a nervous ***…

Sleeping Prophet, feed a mind
some Edgar Cayceian Atlantean lore,
spiritual convergence around 1851,

a surge, saccades, jolts, on century clocks.

In one hundred years,
mankind's native Earthian memory
of causes and reactions and accountings,

used to…
remind us when we read, today, is there,

here was earlier, even if it had been today.

Tom Campbell and I existed simultaneously
I never heard of him, then I did,

perhaps the thinking let be thunk,
sends a steady message making peace
resonate morphing clouds into temples, there

a thinkably easily entreated point on Wisdom,
applied as first principle,
imperative, per haps
used happily,
today.