Who dares do this?

[in the future from 01/19/22
the final night forty years hence
thence two years more makes now

12/12/2024… but I wished it happy early]

My gig is what? I read. Seriously,
sincerely
Poetic License

Speaking truth
to truth's power,

Magic Moment's You Looked Me
in the eyes, e-yes, I will, I expect…

I, the ne'er-do-much,
- be live for now,
thinking,
if the peace I take is metered out,
a measure
for a measure, ***
for tat, eye
for eye,
worth a minute, any time
my word on it init
all that had a meaning,
once,
I imagine,
rituals were kata, steps
in a danced how story, why I know

first step, emerge, be in time, aware
there are others of a sort I am sorted on,

male, confirmed, white,
circumcised, to snip a bit
there off the tip, for no reason, we just
do it
so

it may have held common sense once,
now it seems a secret reason, lost
in evolution
of the mind
of man,
measurer
of all things, sorter
of odds and evens, pull
to push, act react mimesis,
as we see
we think we do,
mirror neurons, telos, reason, cause
sui causal are we? Nay?
We appear,
and be as if formed
to a pattern,
framed as a fine sail… a
wind catcher,
hook burr grip, like a virus or
a sycamore ball. Yeah.

echoing yeh yehey hey, not that way.

watch the beach ripple in the clouds,
there is such a pattern, in beautiful places

and I grew old in one, surrounded
by grand children laughing into teen years.

This would seem heaven to many, init.
I happened as a part of it on earth, happened
around an artistical Tophet gift init getting easy