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it's the old Lehman interlace again I wonder how many I's might some day buy The Daily Mirror making David the first poet to become rich but like so many artist long after they're dead we're like nerve fibers fasciculating fine word that juxtaposes well to fardels we bear-- words heavy with too much bass restricting us to only 3 degrees of freedom: Music Word and Color we' ld build a higher Babble if only unbound from a flat syllable world we'd settle the Prometheus score with 4D notes like cut-red-Bminor-spin we'd render the higher ordered flesh with 10D swirl-syncopated-reflect-bass-kisses-Lorena-Tom-ass-soft-cookware to a fatty shard able to cross synaptic chasm but maybe we shouldn't for there's the rub in our xenophobic extra dimensions we'd find Superman banished enemies or Buckaroo aliens waiting to invade they always come from that extra dimension don't they the ones we don't fully understand the ones wavering on the edge of perception of curiosity of fearfulness of exploring a neighbors yard watchful for their dog ready to run back to safety back to our one dimension back to one Word Singularity
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
Higher Groundlings
it's the old Lehman interlace again I wonder how many I's might some day buy The Daily Mirror making David the first poet to become rich but like so many artist long after they're dead we're like nerve fibers fasciculating fine word that juxtaposes well to fardels we bear-- words heavy with too much bass restricting us to only 3 degrees of freedom: Music Word and Color we' ld build a higher Babble if only unbound from a flat syllable world we'd settle the Prometheus score with 4D notes like cut-red-Bminor-spin we'd render the higher ordered flesh with 10D swirl-syncopated-reflect-bass-kisses-Lorena-Tom-ass-soft-cookware to a fatty shard able to cross synaptic chasm but maybe we shouldn't for there's the rub in our xenophobic extra dimensions we'd find Superman banished enemies or Buckaroo aliens waiting to invade they always come from that extra dimension don't they the ones we don't fully understand the ones wavering on the edge of perception of curiosity of fearfulness of exploring a neighbors yard watchful for their dog ready to run back to safety back to our one dimension back to one Word Singularity
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Baltimore
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
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