-------- tea and Sisyphus
Bruno paused, at his interface
with the printable word form,
he paused thinking in writing
"this is so important, I must underline it."
I thought it, of first importance.
The concept of all fruits freely eaten from,
but one, knowledge, right of all sorts,
all species fruit, branch, root and leaf,
all intervvining chthonic molds to make soil,
goodgottamight jus' gimme a blackland farm.
let ol' pharoah done be drownded
goodgottamighty , oh yah,
jus' gimme a blackland farm.
Science, long now, sudden
eruptions of just too much to think about,
like the size of the Earth in his hands,
relative to the post JWST visualizations we share,
bring it in, too wide, ballein, throw out a thought,
an Earth baseball sized, no problema,
in your hand, your mind hand, your typist hand,
keyboarding second nature, like a callous
on the middle finger
of a scribes writer hand.
Often offered up as proof, see this finger,
this proves I wrote the whole pile crushed,
in the shipping and storage of Ashurbanipal's
collection of books, which Solomon told him,
when they were swapping wives and concubines,
was a vanity and a vexation of the spirit,
But this calloused finger, the mused mind reminds,
this finger proves I came through history,
I did not make history.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 5:43 PM UTC
-------- tea and Sisyphus
Bruno paused, at his interface
with the printable word form,
he paused thinking in writing
"this is so important, I must underline it."
I thought it, of first importance.
The concept of all fruits freely eaten from,
but one, knowledge, right of all sorts,
all species fruit, branch, root and leaf,
all intervvining chthonic molds to make soil,
goodgottamight jus' gimme a blackland farm.
let ol' pharoah done be drownded
goodgottamighty , oh yah,
jus' gimme a blackland farm.
Science, long now, sudden
eruptions of just too much to think about,
like the size of the Earth in his hands,
relative to the post JWST visualizations we share,
bring it in, too wide, ballein, throw out a thought,
an Earth baseball sized, no problema,
in your hand, your mind hand, your typist hand,
keyboarding second nature, like a callous
on the middle finger
of a scribes writer hand.
Often offered up as proof, see this finger,
this proves I wrote the whole pile crushed,
in the shipping and storage of Ashurbanipal's
collection of books, which Solomon told him,
when they were swapping wives and concubines,
was a vanity and a vexation of the spirit,
But this calloused finger, the mused mind reminds,
this finger proves I came through history,
I did not make history.
I remind myself one reader is plenty, keep things rolling up hill,
get to the top. Drop it, watch it roll, meander on down, at a peasant's pace.
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