Closest to us, as we may choose to look back,
thinking, as a used weform, finished, finest onced
entrance lacking
outrance as an all in best bet, let
for free fly, be lived
left been right used
Liberty and Justice, for all, allowed, let free been thunk
So near, this year, this harvest moon, I think,
here it was last full moon
before too cold
to sit outside
in the quiet
and hear,
life humm
Mankind, mutts
for the most part,
granted military minds,
secured under God, since six,
with a military conscience, inside,
the serious fluid lethality hate has used, just now,
the serotonin reuptake inhibition
of the generation,
Prozac Nation,
Hidden Persuaders,
make faith manifest, festival
valient mental giants be at rest,
believe weaves affecting affections
exist, as to we, who've woven webs
preventing the very tech we're using
from dom minions under ones under others,
as a man under authority, say the word, done
ask not for whom the thick black veil has settled,
for some one close to you, as we can see,
from Saturn, with no need to re see
we have seeing behaviors adapted
augmented eyes with vast distance vision
to what became knowable post in-dividuation,
becoming one mind combined all we think we
may as well use, as words were wont, idle minds
were, we read, the, direct object the one devil's…
evil live reflective space
in object orientation duels,
who is god in ichabod crane, who the heeds headless
horsemen's wills to draw attention
to one of history's
least remembered when we come
to hologram Hohokam who went away
wholesomeness conceptual development
plain where visions breathe as words
in this mind, sun in a basket as signs
we consider sidereal desires least detectible
dust, the filter down, as Earth loops, moon tight
wobbles all just adjusted to syzygy twosome tugs
these re-ad McLuhan sees to this day, we guess
what the next idea we think is worth, we bet
and say, excuse, us, we were reading re
acting our age, sage advice, least said…
as if spirits dared approached popped psyche,
asking if we shared some sense of scale, whying
minds used militarily blown on acid at Khai Vinh
resulting in some taking license, self published,
privilege, in those day of envisioned sacred
undeniability, the vision of a man, aware
of private minding reformations, after,
all the events that led past the flower clock,
to actually see the tiger in the Saigon zoo,
as caged as an animal that hunts can ever be…
so, we recollect we had different experience,
so, we chose to be one breath or one breathing
yep, for today… nor so long ago, as a person,
attracting life support we may suspect few had,
few on my own American heritage branches, had
the wherewithal to hold a rent paying property,
past the next technical innovation attracting
eventual pick and shovel carbide lit miners,
to peck away in deep dark mines, and think,
of practically nothing but a feeling for a vein,
the presses were portable, and people did read,
as it happened most miners I knew read the news
lead type led us here, led type minds alone lead on,
I must confess, I have used drugs, yes, indeed, I do,
I may admit to taking tests volunteering to be selected,
I happened to become old and carefree, slightly cared for
as an aliegiant allowed a glimpse into the nature,
of a vow, to believe Natan Hale, and DeMolay, both,
died for good reason, they violated the oath, keep silent.
Or, they did not, and only actual Googled books attest,
who told whom why what was is what may be, let's see…
leave us be
wHO has key caps and ctrl key privilege,
lieves vested lies like dogs, where they lay sleeping
best beliefs, last sleep, legendary dedication,
why don't we just walk away, lay down,
and die?
what's that smell?
Can't you smell that smell?
Yeah, blowing in a south westerly breeze
Sick joke old shitburners cough up, nodding
****** in the morning, breech loaded high
explosives over Wounded Knew, won the loaders
whoa, abrupt shift, Hegseth , War mind, bayonet
trained brains, the old way, the told way, repeat it
what is the spirit of the bayonet, one never forgets,
asking it to fill us on command, you know the drill.
and the pain in a wounded knowing of all worth
Wounded Knee Medals of Honor are shameful,
as was My Khe, and many things done in my name
all of them who fired in pursuit as all who could
ran away from the cross of Jesus, going on
before all the children taught to sing
and march each veteran dead day
singing a song from Zion, they say,
-- did Marley over look the happy beings
bashing heads?
Glory, glory, h'all eh lu ya'll, his truth, is marching…
www
hatsoever two or three
breathe as maybe fresh air free
of us bind together aware, we sacredly
agreed, as aggressive progression together con carnal
weapons arrayed arms layed riverwise aside
against the truth itself, logic serum
channels new formed
in plowed plains,
as seen
from the edge realized,
having been looking down repositioning
something in the air, these age related senses,
first installed as a fact a father must recognize,
he sees, we sneeze in threes, and sows such seed,
remember this he tells himself, in forty years
sit right here
and explain your sense
of factors
of ten,
powers
of magnification, peering far away,
or practically feeling past atomic structure, you know
to the little alpha limit,
beyond ϕπ∞ αt information tension gutfelt
is as if we feel we must be yonder if ever is a
limit series of instants in prayer, left idle
dust less bell jar clearing patience
as peaceably easy it is
to remember some times, this spirit.
Not sometimes, one times
in plural, lots of luck.
Finished races, ashes as eventual carbon dust,
and air, all we rest in as good ideas well taken,
used twice and put away, how much longer,
and one asked another
to invest
in holding the fort?
Children must die for whose realized right mind
cause, mister distant decision maker unaware
of effectual fervent prayer bent back early.
Find home, from the JWST, look back,
we were, some of us alive today, we were
far from any hazy river city lights, looking up,
look back, and know, the whole while we have
our being in, is our once, in a lifetime's worth
of the entire universe devoting focus locus energy
to some how ensure no two of us share fingerprints.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Closest to us, as we may choose to look back,
thinking, as a used weform, finished, finest onced
entrance lacking
outrance as an all in best bet, let
for free fly, be lived
left been right used
Liberty and Justice, for all, allowed, let free been thunk
So near, this year, this harvest moon, I think,
here it was last full moon
before too cold
to sit outside
in the quiet
and hear,
life humm
Mankind, mutts
for the most part,
granted military minds,
secured under God, since six,
with a military conscience, inside,
the serious fluid lethality hate has used, just now,
the serotonin reuptake inhibition
of the generation,
Prozac Nation,
Hidden Persuaders,
make faith manifest, festival
valient mental giants be at rest,
believe weaves affecting affections
exist, as to we, who've woven webs
preventing the very tech we're using
from dom minions under ones under others,
as a man under authority, say the word, done
ask not for whom the thick black veil has settled,
for some one close to you, as we can see,
from Saturn, with no need to re see
we have seeing behaviors adapted
augmented eyes with vast distance vision
to what became knowable post in-dividuation,
becoming one mind combined all we think we
may as well use, as words were wont, idle minds
were, we read, the, direct object the one devil's…
evil live reflective space
in object orientation duels,
who is god in ichabod crane, who the heeds headless
horsemen's wills to draw attention
to one of history's
least remembered when we come
to hologram Hohokam who went away
wholesomeness conceptual development
plain where visions breathe as words
in this mind, sun in a basket as signs
we consider sidereal desires least detectible
dust, the filter down, as Earth loops, moon tight
wobbles all just adjusted to syzygy twosome tugs
these re-ad McLuhan sees to this day, we guess
what the next idea we think is worth, we bet
and say, excuse, us, we were reading re
acting our age, sage advice, least said…
as if spirits dared approached popped psyche,
asking if we shared some sense of scale, whying
minds used militarily blown on acid at Khai Vinh
resulting in some taking license, self published,
privilege, in those day of envisioned sacred
undeniability, the vision of a man, aware
of private minding reformations, after,
all the events that led past the flower clock,
to actually see the tiger in the Saigon zoo,
as caged as an animal that hunts can ever be…
so, we recollect we had different experience,
so, we chose to be one breath or one breathing
yep, for today… nor so long ago, as a person,
attracting life support we may suspect few had,
few on my own American heritage branches, had
the wherewithal to hold a rent paying property,
past the next technical innovation attracting
eventual pick and shovel carbide lit miners,
to peck away in deep dark mines, and think,
of practically nothing but a feeling for a vein,
the presses were portable, and people did read,
as it happened most miners I knew read the news
lead type led us here, led type minds alone lead on,
I must confess, I have used drugs, yes, indeed, I do,
I may admit to taking tests volunteering to be selected,
I happened to become old and carefree, slightly cared for
as an aliegiant allowed a glimpse into the nature,
of a vow, to believe Natan Hale, and DeMolay, both,
died for good reason, they violated the oath, keep silent.
Or, they did not, and only actual Googled books attest,
who told whom why what was is what may be, let's see…
leave us be
wHO has key caps and ctrl key privilege,
lieves vested lies like dogs, where they lay sleeping
best beliefs, last sleep, legendary dedication,
why don't we just walk away, lay down,
and die?
what's that smell?
Can't you smell that smell?
Yeah, blowing in a south westerly breeze
Sick joke old shitburners cough up, nodding
****** in the morning, breech loaded high
explosives over Wounded Knew, won the loaders
whoa, abrupt shift, Hegseth , War mind, bayonet
trained brains, the old way, the told way, repeat it
what is the spirit of the bayonet, one never forgets,
asking it to fill us on command, you know the drill.
and the pain in a wounded knowing of all worth
Wounded Knee Medals of Honor are shameful,
as was My Khe, and many things done in my name
all of them who fired in pursuit as all who could
ran away from the cross of Jesus, going on
before all the children taught to sing
and march each veteran dead day
singing a song from Zion, they say,
-- did Marley over look the happy beings
bashing heads?
Glory, glory, h'all eh lu ya'll, his truth, is marching…
www
hatsoever two or three
breathe as maybe fresh air free
of us bind together aware, we sacredly
agreed, as aggressive progression together con carnal
weapons arrayed arms layed riverwise aside
against the truth itself, logic serum
channels new formed
in plowed plains,
as seen
from the edge realized,
having been looking down repositioning
something in the air, these age related senses,
first installed as a fact a father must recognize,
he sees, we sneeze in threes, and sows such seed,
remember this he tells himself, in forty years
sit right here
and explain your sense
of factors
of ten,
powers
of magnification, peering far away,
or practically feeling past atomic structure, you know
to the little alpha limit,
beyond ϕπ∞ αt information tension gutfelt
is as if we feel we must be yonder if ever is a
limit series of instants in prayer, left idle
dust less bell jar clearing patience
as peaceably easy it is
to remember some times, this spirit.
Not sometimes, one times
in plural, lots of luck.
Finished races, ashes as eventual carbon dust,
and air, all we rest in as good ideas well taken,
used twice and put away, how much longer,
and one asked another
to invest
in holding the fort?
Children must die for whose realized right mind
cause, mister distant decision maker unaware
of effectual fervent prayer bent back early.
Find home, from the JWST, look back,
we were, some of us alive today, we were
far from any hazy river city lights, looking up,
look back, and know, the whole while we have
our being in, is our once, in a lifetime's worth
of the entire universe devoting focus locus energy
to some how ensure no two of us share fingerprints.
This november, the old ninth month, the moon now waning remains near
and a series of days of the dead proceed November 11, which I celebrate each year as the day I did not die, but was flat line boosted thrice, and thus different than I was prior to that day of veteran's memories stacks aplenty
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