Imagining ever being
Some thoughts are being thought oughts
to the profit of many
leavers of things being fine, so far
as some say
I, you, we, this being
smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela,
game of spiritual beings, possibly,
lubricating
rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud
protrusions from the core
whence iron shall be pounded leaving
wasteland scars,
scabbed over magma squeezed
from the under
standing place. status quo. quo vadis
very true, new and improved, both, at once
incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past
these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob
vious rightvious
trustworthy courteous and kind
knowing not one unknowable thing
then a new knowable
offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining
semi-whole
Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for
next step into
ever
Can you hear me now, this is whole,
partly.
touch me. is this gooder?
....
exceptions to the rule
inceptions from the tool
perception from the wise
deception through the lie
conception of love, too far bound to measure
my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered
to touch a virtual button,
acting as a trigger
and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality
for a second
chance.
How many times can you imagine finding a magic word.
Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now,
pulling, drawing my intention to mention
aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone,
a point in time and space, and act acommpli
once,
aitia accuse and cause, think think
we can
imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize
the happiest place on earth
or
we may say this here is that happiest place,
and next is even better,
smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional
kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Imagining ever being
Some thoughts are being thought oughts
to the profit of many
leavers of things being fine, so far
as some say
I, you, we, this being
smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela,
game of spiritual beings, possibly,
lubricating
rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud
protrusions from the core
whence iron shall be pounded leaving
wasteland scars,
scabbed over magma squeezed
from the under
standing place. status quo. quo vadis
very true, new and improved, both, at once
incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past
these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob
vious rightvious
trustworthy courteous and kind
knowing not one unknowable thing
then a new knowable
offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining
semi-whole
Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for
next step into
ever
Can you hear me now, this is whole,
partly.
touch me. is this gooder?
....
exceptions to the rule
inceptions from the tool
perception from the wise
deception through the lie
conception of love, too far bound to measure
my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered
to touch a virtual button,
acting as a trigger
and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality
for a second
chance.
How many times can you imagine finding a magic word.
Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now,
pulling, drawing my intention to mention
aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone,
a point in time and space, and act acommpli
once,
aitia accuse and cause, think think
we can
imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize
the happiest place on earth
or
we may say this here is that happiest place,
and next is even better,
smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional
kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
Once more a bit of something bigger rising up to smell the roses and look for lions.
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