euphrenic phor ever
ah, phor naught, all for one
out, out, ****** spot, eu for Rhea,
me for a mnesic urgency,
we have done this all
before, while entangled ina
silliness of soma ancient sort
is joy strength
is love weak
was peace a state of mind?
Were they singing Sym-pathetic Sym-ethotic
silliness of some baser sort? Altamont
December 6, 1969,
rolling hills of green, like Windows 98,
where was I? Speeding
North of Sedona, I remember now,
lugging a tater sack
full of peyote
toward Christmas, far from the maddened crowd
March 7, 1970 solar eclipse as I was
to Chicago, from San Jose, to see
if I could retrace my steps, per haps
I may have left on history,
I may have cheated on to get by,
cheatling left a gap
the we of me, includes your idea of we
with me intuitive as in
the people who hold certain truth,
assumptive as possible.
real in this sense.
seeming not to fade.
Wandering in cyber-realms impossible,
with in-ness being me, my mind being out-ness...
touch, sense, taste, feel
me... let me
rhyme on rime, frosty, right on or i'm gone,
eh. Mimeme mnomena phem kiss me lest I
aha, phor naught, all for one spot
out, out, ****** spot,
is not joy strength
is not love weak
is peace a state of mind?
Being as how we was,
I'da reckon, we was lost.
As a whole,
we forgot who we are or if not who,
what we are
in terms we find undefined in our minds.
As Mobius means nothing in 3-d, until you
seal the twisted stripe and find an umlaut,
holding twixt thumb and any finger,
a ribbon, yellow on top,
blue on bottom… hold it eye level, an end
of the ribbon
in each chiral appendage, with the dominant hand,
no, poor biases on dominance
but right has a bias in forms designated right by use…
crud risc -- we gain speed in the missing info
we are born knowing nothing but which hand is right.
Using that right hand, twist the ribbon so the right thumb
touches yellow and the right finger is touching blue.
On the other hand, take up the opposition.
Now, bring the ribbon ends near enough to merge and weave
into a loop, an unorientable or unoccidentable
band ( imagine no seam),
twirl it round
not an eight, a Möbius band, a nifty invention,
ever in public domain and open
science of the non-con kind
confidence games. remember those?
bumpkins in the Naked City buying the Brooklyn Bridge?
laugh at the bar bar
heko heko har har har barbar aryans
swept into the south
as the younger dryas looked on… tic
-- okeh there was a break in the tension--
Möbius trails of information may be wownd,
'round spools of
do-nut shape entangled by the loop which,
as you know now,
has one edge and one side
in the world you live in, remember Muntz Stereo-Paks?
these days you gotta have an old soul t' remember those.
I stole the first one I ever saw, but that's another line of reasoning regarding the path behind me,
not regarding the path in front of you.
We are lost. Or asleep. That's been rumored as
Ah, reason in a maddened being,
such a tangled web.
look for a yellow fuggitchew ribbon,
wit the seal broke…
The events are true as perceived at the moment, but if you are stuck in a loop, I hope you know the physics won't change if you break a construct, socially.