What is strange, after all
the story seemed
no one idea remained alone, as an if,
never even imagined, one,
which alone made
hap or happenible, imaginable as an aspect of reality
happen, in your reality,
happened to be, one possibility,
and you In it. it
discern a granular differing christalization,
for, we know, it
looks like one of us loosed the grip on knowing,
realizability, actual-al-ity, virtually,
at eye level.
qubic zirconium looks like diamond,
to naked eyes,
in certain light;
and magic seems scientif, with at least
six spin opt-in on the
passed for truth to exist in California…
Prop. 13 covered us, property tax wise,
so this reality looks
as if it worked,
the effort to not die, remember?
Life goes on.
This is all we got to make the best of.
Your guess, as good as mine, I bet,
it's worth breathing
but don't **** me, if I'm wrong,
I never was,
those circumstances, you are crazy.
Not me. Breathe.
It was scheduled for a Tuesday in August, 1970