Samesame, ripple, ripple, splash
against
the wall.
Still,
some way of thinking, some
idea
still doesn't like a wall, a
boundary, a barrier, a pallisade of
implausibility
beyond which
we are.
For a while,
what can we do? Live, right?
Live. Live right.
Right.
That idea, samesame, yours or your's
right's right, like
equal's equal
or,
better may be...
beauty is beauty, right, in the eye
of the be
holder, the holding being
holding steady, nuetrial calm
equatorial doldrums
art is bound to save the world,
it is something to do when there is nothing to do.
Angels embodied by men as men might imagine
a message bearer or
a christopher
jar of an ointment. Dr. Ruth's **** for Rubes.
Doktor doktor tell me tales, riddles only magi know
emmett fox--- chong says the audience will luv,
joel s. goldsmith--- the Bible is the truth, en code.
Okeh.
Ever learning
Coming never to the fullness of the godhead ******,
y'know? No lie is any part of truth, but parts of many lies are true.
You see that right, common sensed by the we we agree to be
ad hoc 'n'all.
Vectoring from our being modeled on Vetruvius's
form for man in harmony with
ever lasting things, measurable means transmute metaphoric gold.
Bestness.
Per fectual in effect, per se, y'know, y'know, magic,
and not knowing any ever things is not samesame as
not knowing now things that are ever things.
Pay attention.
Mean is never meant to be mean like "worthless" or "hateful"
"naughty" is "as nothing", literally, virtually, actually, really.
naughty children made mean, on the bell,
C students can elect a presider over a we, the people, without me in it.
I float in the shallow calculus edge area of a plain
surficial bubble, after the wave
flushes the sand casting
a grain of meaning in a nue light...
Quant, quant, quant
and half a quant
convert that to horsepower or
candle power or
BTUs British Thermal Units.
The empire is not weaker now, the ice is melting,
the crushed polar surface is feeling free
flowing current,
a sixth gyre, as seen from a far.
------- Go, set a watchman-----
Find the old sergeants, where have they all gone?
Gone to seed,
rotted under clods.
Old broken guardians, unwilling to live under the lie of the law.
Opposistion to tyranny is obediance to
the highest reason you answer to.
By any other name, samesame, good has al
ways won. Ought causes naught to flee.
---
Me, flee? NO. I'm the great, great grandson of the
white trash, overseer seen empiratical,
Tonton boyz drum drum drum
Old rastifarianish lookin's guy, old
man, wombless hermit holy
man, set aside for
later
by faith.
Made set aside,
Pre-served in right use of spice and salt and fire and greasy savory
meat smoke,
mouth waterin', finger lickin' good
greasy green goblin guts.
Dandelion soup. The diary entry was,
"We had wild greens for supper." That being,
apparently all a tired, hungry fifteen year old girl considered
recording for the family chronicle of the journey,
Texas to Arizona, 1917,
while staring at more stars than any naked human eye
can see in twenty nineteen,
light is thicker now, around the inner edges of life's bubble
we abide in.
---- what if learning is the work?
Then, now we learn
ever, then we learn yon
yonder we find
godliness as defined by men who found no better word.
are there words better able to
hold being
really?
Acting asif whats were ours
chaching I ching's a thing
AI see
co rect me, in a lefthand way.
Make me right, in an underhanded way.
Listening prayer,
cast all your care, upon...
what if, per se, there
we planned to keep a secret sacred,
set a part,
a
rite a role. play an otherwise magician's apprentice enspeliered
up against the wall.
No light, no flight, no fight.
Birds eat my fruit and shit my seeds,
I am the vine growing up the wall
intentionally espelliered, planted to scale the wall
bhering fruit
full time
Kali fornia ifity
de-if now. Give it y'best ef
fect com
fort ify the lie "why is an unreasonable quest."
Try,
effectual, fervent prayer of a right using man, eh?
Pascal, m'man, layomoneydown!
While watching Tommy Chong on Rogan
