Too little may I imagine I an=
swore to code I am
aware bound by
oath, or tack of declared variables, awaiting
as we find it,
it appears, random as hell.
Who could imagine that, accurate?
When we spend a free lifetime
of some new
in worded being, some
thing and, now named, this as that
name as one, is this
Ever yes, exuberant yes, wir sind, nach einmal…
once again, a gain, immeasurable, but for the
truth unreal numbers may contain,
the great notion, on my mind
since the Weavers were as likely red as ever
in the grand
signals of edges, approaching everchange
looping four leaved no-stop flow packeted
info crossed-roads, six-lanes over four
or a roundabout, as in olden time town centers
before town squares and malls to anchor off ramps
any random series of events, fit it in the mind
80 feet per second, steady, not
like falling per second per second to splat
slow lane, fast lane is 125 feet per second, in Texas
ha, giant leap for man mind, accept the
matter is not all there is, even here.
Some body knows how high the plains are -- I am guessing, plexities one direction, veils the other, it all piles up at the lowest point below geronimo's leap.