fists exist in the womb,
we see the mechanical means to hold
Aha, you see, my role depends, hangs
a drip of sense, per haps the stuff
Aitia, as a word, or a line
Aitia, assumes you see the tia-
Matters not, a disconnected god idea
Tia mat, aitia, shush a by, hush at best
- blow the man down
beastly idea, I owe you, payback
for the lies I told as knowns you knew…
THINGS, substantial things,
things of substance, faith , hope, agape
theories of time and chance and measure-
any line can make a reason, hooks you see,
infer reference to reasons, to fold
along the dotted line.
Friction is resistance, feel, the urge
to not let go,
at the edge of understanding as standing
under pouring rain, rain we all must use,
we are forms for water, once rain, many times,
to imagine with,
as one think links another, and sense of tow,
from fictional characters, abstractions,
ones of one of thoses,
wit-minds they own,
living as aimed,
from most recent reset, empirical
lesson learned life. Per-ifery vision,
pulls the eye to see a certainly meaningless bird.
Pauselah and all, meaning being nothing alone.
Dune, dam the sand, didn't we--
the powers that be pushing cinema,
emotion enhanced shared experience
with strangers, in the dark, attention
to Netflix, and ever after, not the sameness/
- relatively tiny frames of focus,
- re imagine Monument Valley on a tablet.
The show-business intention was artful,
expose the world to panoramic vision,
from Universal Studios, et cetera,
and Radio Knock Outs, every body re-
cognates, co-gnosis, lock, looking
out, from Kansas City, or Kiev
- there is no time like the present
- we developed in, to occupy
- busy as a we/
- this is surreal, so clear and sharp
(rest perspective to default} - that should say
In the story we lived in, in the Bible,
fully functional for cultural via-ducting
truth, and nothing but the truth, so
line upon line
help me, God. I heard it's said the riches
of the wicked are laid up for the just,
just, child lesson, see so, as a child,
- But Job answered and said,
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed,
and my calamity laid in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier
than the sand of the sea:
therefore my words are swallowed up.
imagine all the sand on all the shores.
As seen on TV, by nearly all the eight billion,
needed to make up our next cosmic byte…
If we get back
to aitia, we can ask for judgement…
let us reason
together, through all cutting off of fluency,
we advance a means, and idly add a concept,
ways, as if we are the ways
and means committee,
co meaning like a way one hand may
wash the other, as
co-operation, brain and extentions,
cur- ma'dam cure eeeeeeeeeee
easy ease, re loose the captives,
let the o-pressed go free….
loose the fist locked and cocked, wave…
Think along the lines in times, whenever,
you watch raindrops wind a way to an edge
& plop, sound magnified
as in a bull-barn, plop… what scale are we?
very insignificant… considering ants as
Ant-man, mirror neuronal echoes,
how will those effect my grand children.
RIP Stan Lee, you really tweakt my head.
-- this can't be default, we can't hold the idea…
The fullness of the godhead, ******, right.
That is expansive. Believe me, we survive.
While watching some you tube intellectuals ply their craft, I fell into a
we wondering, once again, if wedoms to share minds held in memory of times, do expand to fill the bubble of all any one of us may use to hold
- one good reason.