State:
Delighted,
does that blow your candle out?
Ready, reader of the perfect press,
as long as the culture of the internet
persists, expanding with useless data
subconscious meta data we used to
make into these tools that force define
phrazes, like we used to…
what- oh, time, we used to do with
think through, used to make sense,
common inert intelligence all readers have.
Did you read the entire cereal box, each time?
You are imaginably a perfect round vessle,
to snuggly fit where the perfect square,
set at convenient lifting level in the hull,
Allows the amphora chance, heave, **
lug the jugs, raise the anchor
set sail, be on our way, for such a long day,
the mind and Psyche are one, a we and an I
is more than one partical of mind, we use
to fit time in a klein bottle. Ai, andjaknow
it is so now that never has a prayer of ever
happening, and that never doesn't make sense.
Did you never wonder about those big pointy bottom jugs
in roman republic to tyranny movies?
