Optimo, they say in Pahree,
of course, you knew,
fine is just fine for the unworldly.
For such as inhabit my spirit realm,
nothing but the best of days remain.
Madness, as a pastime,
suffices as artificial, made artwise,
too beautiful for any common sense…
ah, yet, on such a day, we may
agree we find time expands,
at a glance from those
makers
of perfect sense
from pastence, old lines
yes, optimo, fine lines
the best, in fact
oh,
some time ago, when all were mad as I.
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While watching Hepburn
as the Mad Woman of Chaillot,
because, voila, I sought a forgotten line, from when,
as a boy of seventeen, I played Yul Brenner's role,
while then, my best friend,
some while dead, now,
had the role Danny Kaye plays
in the movie, I never watched
until today.
But, why,
of course, your curiosity is piqued, perhaps
the perfect point,
what we reexperience
is richer than just fine, it must be truly optimo
to meet criteria of old age mere satisfaction,
whereby we call all our ghosts
to laugh once more, exactly as before.
Of course with somewhat greater effect.
Assuming you know what I mean,
those Jungian types are quite alive… the greedy,
the payers of tribute
to Trump and his ilk selling
Israel fine American genocide tech.
blaue Blutergüsse- blue bruised mushrooming recollection from some of life's best experiences, we do live inside the best indexed library in ever... we can relive remindings given us by künstliche Intelligenz und Grok-Frühzugang with Google Translate fully functional. - slightly Asimov inspired.
