What's a used day worth, these days?

kenpepiton Poems

A righteous day, a right used day, a day used rights appear self-evidently re us-ible-able pos-syble eh? impossible to do wrong. Right word, right time. This right to pursue happiness, do you hurt people, when you do that? Nah, right? Not f'real, but mebbe in a game, or maybe, may, could, be y'feel a sorta hate, y'know, like it's us gin them GANs again, sur-real feels so real, history as AI saw it coming, this is a trope. A million years ahead of you. This is an anchor. Tie your barque for an ever and a day, on any rung, any step you can't forget,... say, one from earlier, Today, while it is called today, aha, yes, all the promises have threads through here, any ***** can draw enough attention to stand up here, past comprehension... settle settle, puppy brain, is what amygdyla is blamed for, we intuitive ideas accept that as reality we know we know in our knower and we don't ask, your knower asks us, but sometimes deja vu, we beat you, and life feels completely been there, done that, and only next is now unknown, we know we have arrived. we are the we in we, the people who hold these truths, the whole truth and nothing but the truth as sworn to on tv, by you and me, don't lie, we swore... we the people hold these truths to be self evident, until death do us whatever death do, which I think, actual death is the doing of nothing. Learning nothing, thinking nothing, being nothing but dead. You can imagine that, in your mind, not your head. That's what I said, baby, softly, that's what I said... first, gentle, easy to be entreated, define at its tip point, treatment of trapped trappists and jesuits and such? Truth, set them free, twas the word heard. From God? Who asked? Are you accusing me, I am a we, if you please, we, the people, of a truth, any thing we agree to do we may, agreement, not leading, flowing, not following, perceiving reception of mental provocations to good work, in a smile, well done. Wink. Think. Feel real a while. Smile. Mobs of peace at social distances requiring morphich resonance, tuned to best of the best you ever imagined you would play we imagined those. Cool right. Today.