Just in case
What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were
the first wombed man with wit to make her will known,
vocally?
What if she could sing, and smile, wink and
blink and look away,
coy, from the crib.
She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast
this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time
since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright...
I bet she could dance and sing... but
some reason or another, now
no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now.
Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man.
What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know...
all construed facts point to life being
struely
not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it,
as we say we well know,
we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering,
we have heard the stories,
Hydes who remained,
but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side.
Silly, I would love to have friends.
But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day
to escape a bout of ignorant rage
-- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick,
-- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak,
with one of those, at will, eididic memory's.
He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich.
In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing,
GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE?
as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney,
to Camarillo State Hospital,
a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence
of everything
you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul
become the big screen, with no body projected there...
all around me everyone is not there...
then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as
Sonny slowly rose to re
ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
Just in case
What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were
the first wombed man with wit to make her will known,
vocally?
What if she could sing, and smile, wink and
blink and look away,
coy, from the crib.
She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast
this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time
since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright...
I bet she could dance and sing... but
some reason or another, now
no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now.
Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man.
What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know...
all construed facts point to life being
struely
not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it,
as we say we well know,
we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering,
we have heard the stories,
Hydes who remained,
but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side.
Silly, I would love to have friends.
But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day
to escape a bout of ignorant rage
-- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick,
-- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak,
with one of those, at will, eididic memory's.
He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich.
In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing,
GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE?
as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney,
to Camarillo State Hospital,
a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence
of everything
you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul
become the big screen, with no body projected there...
all around me everyone is not there...
then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as
Sonny slowly rose to re
ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
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