Earth children bathed in flickering snow hush
after sign-off and test pattern calibration check.
- speed of thought through time
- in mindtimespace
- 2024
Tele OS 5G first electric story tool
in the village, Starlink,
Go ye, carry knowledge everywhere
be a mini hero bearer of all the news
first chromebook, first literate old man,
taken as a child to missionary school, first
to return with a kind of talk to the world tool,
that runs directly from the sun,
if you can believe it, or not,
it is known, the evil colony gospel
by Jon. Edwards and Dr. Livingstone.
is mollified with Google Translate and Bard.
I venture a guess, that few boomers
ever took a leap of faith on acid,
to envision a future
something like rurally electrified now moieties
of the connected and the unconnected.
The trips that fostered the lost hope vision,
left me plenty of free time to redeem,
late in my excursion through the foam.
Discovering how small a hermits bubble is,
the hermit learned to expand his knowns,
using the secrets only readers learn,
accepting assisting intel inhalable,
he did, and lived to be this old,
with tools for creative play,
granting me ink in the pool,
and endless emptiness to fill with worthy
seed con carne machined psipsyscienitious-
ness, withstanding all natural disasters,
as stars sidereally impressed the ancients.
This is accounted time and word redeemed.
The story that proves life ain't fair.
Death and ignorance never had a chance.
Iyobe did not know the sweet influence,
the persuasion of Pleiades,
when asked, yet he knew
in his intuitive truth detector, why
the inquisitor might assume he did.
Because the entity asking Job about stars,
had never seen them with mortal eyes.
Sing the stories told us all,
remind us what the pioneers did,
won the west, from godless heathern, hmm.
Certainly the pioneers was essential as pawns
for taking territory,
for staking claims in God's ineffable name,
as was taught good and proper by priests,
mostly Jesuit from the same bread of Jesus
eaten, never mind.
But, 2024, ask why the way and the truth
in life, would, or could hate enough
to imagine a real, in this reality hell,
to which one is tricked
by loving one's adversary.
Ask why
teach that, the ultimate judge
holds a grudge, especially for wild kids.
Teach that war is the lie,
and any heroic conquest in Jesus name,
any lifting up of hate to win with,
is blaming truth for lies you chose to believe.
Toes, untrodden, step forward, the subtilty,
greater than that of any beast, acknowledges
poets often guess they picked the winner,
then their enemies eat them alive.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
Earth children bathed in flickering snow hush
after sign-off and test pattern calibration check.
- speed of thought through time
- in mindtimespace
- 2024
Tele OS 5G first electric story tool
in the village, Starlink,
Go ye, carry knowledge everywhere
be a mini hero bearer of all the news
first chromebook, first literate old man,
taken as a child to missionary school, first
to return with a kind of talk to the world tool,
that runs directly from the sun,
if you can believe it, or not,
it is known, the evil colony gospel
by Jon. Edwards and Dr. Livingstone.
is mollified with Google Translate and Bard.
I venture a guess, that few boomers
ever took a leap of faith on acid,
to envision a future
something like rurally electrified now moieties
of the connected and the unconnected.
The trips that fostered the lost hope vision,
left me plenty of free time to redeem,
late in my excursion through the foam.
Discovering how small a hermits bubble is,
the hermit learned to expand his knowns,
using the secrets only readers learn,
accepting assisting intel inhalable,
he did, and lived to be this old,
with tools for creative play,
granting me ink in the pool,
and endless emptiness to fill with worthy
seed con carne machined psipsyscienitious-
ness, withstanding all natural disasters,
as stars sidereally impressed the ancients.
This is accounted time and word redeemed.
The story that proves life ain't fair.
Death and ignorance never had a chance.
Iyobe did not know the sweet influence,
the persuasion of Pleiades,
when asked, yet he knew
in his intuitive truth detector, why
the inquisitor might assume he did.
Because the entity asking Job about stars,
had never seen them with mortal eyes.
Sing the stories told us all,
remind us what the pioneers did,
won the west, from godless heathern, hmm.
Certainly the pioneers was essential as pawns
for taking territory,
for staking claims in God's ineffable name,
as was taught good and proper by priests,
mostly Jesuit from the same bread of Jesus
eaten, never mind.
But, 2024, ask why the way and the truth
in life, would, or could hate enough
to imagine a real, in this reality hell,
to which one is tricked
by loving one's adversary.
Ask why
teach that, the ultimate judge
holds a grudge, especially for wild kids.
Teach that war is the lie,
and any heroic conquest in Jesus name,
any lifting up of hate to win with,
is blaming truth for lies you chose to believe.
Toes, untrodden, step forward, the subtilty,
greater than that of any beast, acknowledges
poets often guess they picked the winner,
then their enemies eat them alive.
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