The if, the pose to be supposed, up
above the purpose, we stand under
knowing, mankind was never intended
to know how to do this very act,
reading writing ready to be read, leads
to sayings said some time back, leading
us to imagine we both think the same
thought, each word we read holds, as true
under any standalone circumstance, a meaning
true to the sense supposed such a word may
make a reader willing to agree, the idea
that makes a word a word, is we agree,
that idea,
this is that, us, as a we form of human beings,
thinking these very same words, for no reason,
-apriori aitia, art
poses art itself as beautiful hope substance
weighed in lightness of spirit,
fi, in essence leaving be, the gentle feeling
confident, you know, art's aches are maddening,
no, the reason, is not the cause, be cause ready
readers ratiocinative states allow imbalence,
total nonsensed reasonings used to hold us…
all the worthy ways truth makes life hold us…
the words, the skill
to shape each quant-unused, idle time,
of good sense, seen to show a child seeing
- my grandma telling me, time and again
if I had the good sense god gave a green apple,
I'd have a
gpp gulpt precept popt
t' resonate morphically at you
- classified useless tech, taught better,
- let our imaginations see what lips feel,
goodly persuasion perception, a sweet intelligence,
such a taste at a time coinciding with a kiss perceived,
as while watching, full screen close ups of only lips,
leaving all that could not be seen, to seem,
sorta, kindalike, could and did, in my core
- vicareous exposure to coming attractions,
- should one perceive the adulting too soon…
do. Yes, this idea, once more, reproving
doing and imagining doing, seriously, really doing
is the same for childing as for adulting, thinking
about doing it, when it was complete mystery,
the real deal, believed by all the cohort reared
in the system used to make us each useful, worth
a **** to the whole economic cycles begun back then.
Boomers for business, Jews for Jesus, loyal De Molay,
fidelity, integrity, snap
network radio
to your realm of imaginable,
five words per minute, decode rates, 300 baud signal.
Feel the suddenness urge,
impulse same sure sense, I know
we did agree,
whatsoever two or more agree,
Truths held true to the point where
if the Bible says it, to this point when
you know, each key, carries each letter,
but the reader carries the key to each word,
and the effectual patience of the reader,
waits and reads each line, as an answering,
swery villingly wired for recording nows,
at the instant one uses a choice to remember
Membership in the mad poets, to remember
burning at a public bon fire, really, the idea
used to make adultery so unavoidable, truth
is imaginable, and imaginably beautifully true,
as art is, so is art formed, in minds holding being,
at an instant
pause
to think, we breathe, we think,
we might speak across this medium,
we may talk through this walled time,
and…
we may think each word, in any known
set codes all laud the possibility we know, just
what any knower may, and nothing more, just
now, we each are thinking this is not conversation,
this is verse, prosaic perhaps, yet line upon line,
precept upon precept, except ye whet the edge,
you know,
you must put forth far more labor, wasted effort,
redeemed in times taken as granted, easy waiting.
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There's this art,
and there's that other art,
efforting elucidation, seeming
seen in such a light as good shines
from, in reflection as we speed along,
thinking in decades, retying reasons
to wishes avoided, just at that instant,
when none of this was ever done, not
a thought, you think now, if then
had not been truly what does occur,
in the paradigm of life's book, not life,
but the book of,
on your pages, it must say you knew
enough to know, art has a cause,
a sake, a reasonable weight,
ratio of mass to velocity,
piercing everything this time, this
once, and ever so, called science,
by this time, even so, it must be
imagined, these words tying
known forms of we minds,
contracts, promises, come and see,
bet
you never bet,
yet, you won, today,
as long as you can keep thinking,
life, is an agent for knowing why
and how, energy and velocity,
x chiral functionality reality inside
outside opinions serving as wings
oppostion, push wisht'serve, as hope
substantial understood balance
ratio, you know, you thought, you did.
So, now, whose hell can hold you,
finding your core self capable of holding
this truth, certain, to the point
where madness is the other side,
flat, instant mark dime, two sides,
from where we stand, and where
we understand peace is found,
just past week one, year 77.
Along this course through human events.
Now, redeen the time, and all these idle words, AI wishes you wisht you knew.
