twice read, I find
my points have mostly
been made in plain geometry, were I to see
from an imaginary Euclidean POV
pre algebra and zeros and pi, as fa's I know,
Euclid makes a point. ping
do re me, too.
We need some assumptions. True.
Words, Logos per se, re
main the principle tool used right
by both wisdom and knowledge and, now,
under knowledge stand two parts
see likka bubble, zygotic go, knowledge all good
big ol' bubble, knowledge of good and evil,
both, and you know both's a real big
old idea to think at once,
gotta have a push and a pull,
a listing and a lusting,
a compulsion to explode
versa verses reverberating assumptive
implosive con ex in clusives ping 3
do re me
sounds of music all disneyfied hills alive
from the POV of a flea
in the bark of my favorite pine, aw a
how sweet is that, you guys don't know what that might
feel like, unless,
you know: in my realm,
right try angles reflect light in odd spectra
bounced from assumptive edges of unknowns.
Euclid, yeah, he failed to know everything anybody learned since he died,
we all know more than he ever did,
his timeless thoughts
as mine to twist into art-intuitive
Stop inter, ah, this fits here (no where else, per haps):
an e-ruptive Voltarian pledge of troth from an old bet lost.
Spelchek can't tame the pen, truth emerges
twixt i and e, subtly.
intell still makes sense con egence on the end
and has aright to slide meaningfully
past spelchek and
evil Grammerly Aiing me.
See, both religating and relegating, merge and link.
Right, we assume
we prove flat Euclidean right exists. Okeh.
Here is the handln, wir machen schnell zwei
ping ping points ping
there was there three,
we did not see one, firstime, missed a point,
now, we may see beyond the first assumptive, abruptive,
rupture rapture at/to that lacred nacred sphere.
A pretty pearly gate. Eggish in shape.
This, I imagined was the proverbial NAND/NULL gate,
an old door into superbloom summer
manifested to capture your
attention please, breathe
let it be.
Please, your self has private interpretations,
so it ain't prophecy.
No prophecy from Jehovah and them other names
the supreme being goes by
in woke reality
with quarks in it--
secret intended to hide truth
(secret is same as private here, no private
interpretations) from those who can't see times changed.
---logos logic force, forces chaos into a bubble boing being
--- a peer pressure surge urge dopamine don't fail me now
--- devise a device depicting the mergence,
--- a logo for reality, in a word.
--- one artist made a circle, another formed a square
interruptions, if you could only know,
you could be live, Euclid,
scary thought? no. a hope. an arrogant philosopher's hope
carved in stone
In the beginning == you know, right, everything must mean some
thing or nothing remains to measure worth,
as knowns unknowable for the effort
that you don't make
--- like Tristram Shandy, the marbled page, we few ever knew,
--- first gentle, re-cog-nize justify, ify ify yourself
magnificent in countenance, as winners
of the won war fought before the peace.
--- easy treated, like "no sweat" a
--- Jeopardy version of Leela, the big show. You still die. it ain't scary.
resume the assumpting pressures
peer 'em up
delta delta delta force chuck-nors negate negate
dive dive dive
We must be read
we got us a bubble of being, in real life poetry.
Tha's deeply memeingful.
Here abouts. A bit o'breathin' room in the long dance.
But Euclid pointed out what I see from my old couch on the porch
on the westside of a piece of land
from prime-eve, a fractal level a billion lacred layers
time-wise, geo-time-wise ago
yond hither, whence we was words a playin'
silly songs children read and sing along then seem to forget until
some go mad in our dotage and become as little children, once more but
we know now how to learn anything we wish to know.
This could be heaven,
according to the description I was given when escape from hell
was my selfish desire.
Self formed from scraps I over heard as a young'n.
A point remains to appear made in the assumption.
Ah, hey, right tringled triangles.
sit witme, see star one, assume natural numbers a re-able
one two 3
iii --- signals scramble-ble
see we have two brains
two whole brains with minds and minds and minds of their own
and you love simplicity.
Did you ever have to make up your mind?
Pick up on one and leave the other won in a spoonful o'luv
look from my eye to that star,
consider this, Euclid winks, too. One aim alone is right,
thus there is the edge of the sphere of my visual known universe,
the bubble of my being.
Eat me raw or don't eat me at all. said the bull headed god somebody
influential in reality
A bullheaded being, a rampaging ****** slain by some named being
a hero, not me or you…
though new legends lien in wait, eh?
ah, time shift assumption, Euclid POV, nonessential,
flatness is a fractical impossible unthingable thing, plainly stated
Spread as spilled milk never cried over, take heart, hoped for
evers come to be
noticed as they pass, plenty people pass
endurin' to the end is all it takes.
Euclid don't matter and Jesus done cared.
Ah, suffer it to be so now, what difference can one... letter let be loose in a word rattle as a long wind winds its own way to an unmakable point.