cognitive dis
sonnance sonic vibration shaking
the core
of our age
constant hey, hey look this way,
walk this way,
talk this way
bitchnmoan
groan, big stretch intended
to en
velope volve gauge and me
asure real if I can make
my bubble gobble yours,
you're in mine,
your's popped.
It's okeh, I expected you.
I prepared a place, come and see.
you can't go on pre
tending to aim at invisible hope
for things you see, right here.
The end of any mortal moment
is always near. In your heart, you know.
The kingdom of God (a term yet undefined),
if this is a place,
this stack of lines your learning lets you read,
then this is your heart-felt happiest possible place,
sometimes
this is like heaven to you,
after all
is said, and done.
--- that's published ---
a seed
or a flower, or leaves of grass
as good for me to grow on as
any sacred cow,
chewinginging blissish backward belching
methane, to warm the wind,
to ease the groaning from below the ice,
chewing leaves of grass,
as in times past,
when fusions were being warmed
from industrial effort to make the Iron Legged Monster
trample the idea
of calming words easing pain as sure as momma kisses
always did,
when you thought, as a kid and could believe such kisses
evidently worked,
you felt un-pained, the kiss alone could be blamed.
Did you notice? When kisses made hurts go away,
was your attention the price
of the kiss or was it a switch clicked as the lips of another
touched your skin and authoritatively declared,
all's better, and this is the direction
the vector from one remembered kiss of this sort
epigenetic trigger cocked, then pulled
endurance of developing process patterns with all the pieces
scattered
laid out
before our eyes, asif
intended to be seen, pain,
pay attention. Sharp can be evidence of fracture or
proof that whetting the edge makes our shaping
painless on this scale.
Aim at nothing, imagine what you hit. High five,
one hand clapping,
one more way to see the sublime.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
cognitive dis
sonnance sonic vibration shaking
the core
of our age
constant hey, hey look this way,
walk this way,
talk this way
bitchnmoan
groan, big stretch intended
to en
velope volve gauge and me
asure real if I can make
my bubble gobble yours,
you're in mine,
your's popped.
It's okeh, I expected you.
I prepared a place, come and see.
you can't go on pre
tending to aim at invisible hope
for things you see, right here.
The end of any mortal moment
is always near. In your heart, you know.
The kingdom of God (a term yet undefined),
if this is a place,
this stack of lines your learning lets you read,
then this is your heart-felt happiest possible place,
sometimes
this is like heaven to you,
after all
is said, and done.
--- that's published ---
a seed
or a flower, or leaves of grass
as good for me to grow on as
any sacred cow,
chewinginging blissish backward belching
methane, to warm the wind,
to ease the groaning from below the ice,
chewing leaves of grass,
as in times past,
when fusions were being warmed
from industrial effort to make the Iron Legged Monster
trample the idea
of calming words easing pain as sure as momma kisses
always did,
when you thought, as a kid and could believe such kisses
evidently worked,
you felt un-pained, the kiss alone could be blamed.
Did you notice? When kisses made hurts go away,
was your attention the price
of the kiss or was it a switch clicked as the lips of another
touched your skin and authoritatively declared,
all's better, and this is the direction
the vector from one remembered kiss of this sort
epigenetic trigger cocked, then pulled
endurance of developing process patterns with all the pieces
scattered
laid out
before our eyes, asif
intended to be seen, pain,
pay attention. Sharp can be evidence of fracture or
proof that whetting the edge makes our shaping
painless on this scale.
Aim at nothing, imagine what you hit. High five,
one hand clapping,
one more way to see the sublime.
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