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The Dissection of Time

required tools

———-

Perpetual/Forever Calendars (Undated)

Favored Writing Utensils

Perspicacity of the Eyes

Discipline of the Mind

Intestinal Fortitude

Modicum of Courage (Large)

———-

perhaps, unawares, that

you are already somewhat skilled in the analysis

of time,

but have not graduated yourself

to a professional

 

**di-s|s|ector

 

note this emboldened word, its comp~opponents

the flow of life is amenable to

di~vision,

you may em~ploy the calendar as a crutch,

if you must,

but travail, employ the scalp~el of truth.

see the sect~ors of life,

draw lines that inter=connect

and inter~change

and yet separ>ate, concretize

be sensitive when a period

begats & begins

and

 

ends

or sends you to journey on…

 

 

this requires the vision to see one’s self,

as outsider, a ****** through a window

purposed open for spying

in order to deny the denying

prevent the laying down of lying

when/where rawest courage is employed

 

cherish you notations!

They are the stuffing of you

chestnuts of essence,

the dried bread base bread that sustains carbohydrate living forms,

the broth of blood pre^heated,

and the salt and the pep\/per of

you life.

 

be afraid if

you have the extra

courage to see ordinary as valuable,

the extra ordinary as defining,

their combining is how you will

preserve and emerge…

 

~~~~~~

I could essay further on,

but my own work has begun,

selecting sustenance,

forsee the normative,

scheduled interruptions that

are the curricula of thy

subject,

thyself,

and

leave great enlarged spaces

for the spaces unknown

where the who

of the truly

unknown or unexplored

are just maps of large purchases of space

where the gold is hid,

and the X

is moving too

 

and time is

newly defined,

smelted, refined,

a continuum of pauses,

gross and fine

raw and seconds of delicate

and the

times of

who

and always connoted

and yet, dutifully & duly noted

<>

7:54am

Thu

Feb 12,

2026

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99 / M / NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
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