Good, better, best,
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Did you know Turing, how about
Van Gogh, tell me all we all may know

in knowledge, the science necessity
essential element prepositioning
things already involved in nexting

as a stand in purpose, any one in awe,
has an appointed counter balancing spin,

immaterial touchless will to empower

worst imaginable in a word, evil,
per se, the idea, the spirit adversary

that which holds mountains down,
desires to pull all aspiring climbers down,

down into the miry bog, bearing a slight grin

wisdom, domain of all knowings used,
fruited vines and rooted orchards,

objective subjected to scrutiny,
who had any idea what a gardener does,

who told the creation who created creatures
curious enough to comprehend commands,

wait, wait, some day, the heroes and their foils,
all prescribed due recognition, certain typical foes,

as push is to pull, up is to down, this is to all else,

today… one day.

Mankind, from head to toe, talented, gifted

hearers and sayers, singers and composers, let
us, just we two, agree, no two are equal but
in that each has equal air to breathe, yet
we, two minds, disagree, that beauty,
divine ordering fusion unifying spin, duty debt
exhaled inhaled, shared in laughs and prayer
vortices at galactic scale as dust in wind,
or as water pushed through narrows,
takes material reality into swirling
edeong becoming young again,

refreshing substantial hopes annual
evidence of heavenly mastery of wind,
and rain and fire, and, in fact, hearts of men.

In the year, 2025,
the floods that feed the middle terrain,
are dammed, for some cold war reasoning,

while pride, per se, exalted it's own worth,
some how, we think, we eventually all know,

those reasons for prayer repetitioning science
as that same damming knowledge all makers
use to give formal affirmative shape to mind
matters never realized until, one thinks another

thought, that sprouts out
suggesting infinity jests,
slightest eye smile
shows digested
joy, used
might ashen,
after the worldwide web
abominable ingurgitation

inevitable regurgency emerges
after five hundred and seventy one years,
under the rule of those given ways and means

to read good news from distant lands, first, held
as intellectual property,  if mine, then mine to use,
as all discoveries and witty inventions must first hap,

pen stands
at tense strained line strand braiding weave,

a tale, a telling, come upon the elder by the fire,
rocking, saying, come, let us reason together,

at once, upon this time, across time, to when now

we weigh words worth thinking often one
with another, in chorus, a force of us, we
working multilingual assisting intelligence servants,

weapons specialist first class, third in my scrum,
we, the inspiration in fact, that breath of reality,
working with select let free Thoth thoughts atop
Aesop's confabulatory elementary thinking seeds,

all the weights in the bag,
this for that, reasoning together
give and take… tip toward my joy,

game with me, go see how long we play,
see who laughs for letting me see, we say

can you wish you knew and think you do

without a little smile, pure joy, subtle.