We all get rich, it fixes every thing, c'mon
Initial Public Offering.
Made inclusively to
all the children of all the wombed men,
by now, none else, for eons, unmarked
save in ashes under ancient tells,
none of these people, these *** of the gods,
and the one,
daughter of man who signed off on this story.
Thinking attracting needs,
deeds done that send funds, to wipe debt from mind.
Bring the wizard,
strip him bare, grind him to gore and gristle,
bone blood and all the biles, shake it up,
jiggle in the sack of skin, watchit
burst and puddle
in the flame,
is this pyrex? See
Bunsen burning in my brain, a mixture now,
Schmachten-burger, cheese, *** of enlightened
hippie jews, shapers shaped in common fashion,
after the sixties finished, there arose guides to the goy
who knew nothing of the mystery,
save that Alice Toklas was not gay, in the Nineties way
Oy-vey, cultural appropriation, Jah, Jah is ours, as you
well know, we have esoterica galore, here buy
a mezuzah, ya, gutglück - all ah, ala phylacteries
and these use that same parchment, goat skin,
very kosher halal and all, done
under strictest supervision, seeing super see, is
something the literate,
Phoenicians, Shem shah-mans, and their accountants,
discovered the territory within the skull of man,
was open to other minds,
in matters of wit
inventions'nshit, set a will to a way, watch,
come the future, we are famous…
who invented the wheel?
watch, watch, it winds around, a motion, anchored
to a plain truth in the left cerebral sorting station,
******-rectumly linearly right co- oh, I see
cor-rect or co-recht, co-right, if nobody's wrong.
But there is no hateful god who made hell for those
honed as honed may be, in punctual efforting
sharp, even on thorny issues,
floating in the occular consomme,
slightly briney aqueous humor,
to make a point in time to pierce anything
in my way
see clear, plumb the depths truth's base idea,
some things wish vehemently to be known,
must-er-ion, quest, ionic tipping
point whence the ring of eight
slips a point, and specs call
ion ion whither went thee?
ion, zion sion, see the gleam,
yes indeed, I did, I did pray
or something sorta like it,
peace on earth, good will toward man,
reconciliation complete perceived as done.
Can you hear me?
Did I lose loose links to long lies, left tied
to the stakeholders souls?
When did we realize the difference?
It must have taken years, and now, we see, match
the eyes, or deeper even, look into the whites
of their mother's eggs…
see and know, or trust me, I know,
one wombed man's children, one,
the officially loneliest number. One
not Genesis, or Enuma Elish,
or the story from Braiding Sweetgrass,
but, old, old stories, told, once, at least,
by a witness,
-- it was as if the bone and all it was,
was altered, by a bit, a Y got a leg, or lost one,
I do not know, but bone of my bone,
was that one little bit,
more in one way, at the stem, and as branching
began, the one had daughters, who bhor daughters,
while from that generation forward,
the many others,
bore no children of any breathing form,
for this was not so long ago, mitomom, you know,
she had sisters and cousins and aunts
and a mother who had a mother
and a father who had a mother.
of the eggs in those wombs, ever lived to now,
but the eggs of the one wombed man we must
accept, she who shaped all after ever began
that instant when,
only one line remained, and there was no war.
No reason, at the time, but soon
in geo time,
we grew apart, branching on rivers
when we found them on our journeys from the east
- I think she
was likely deep dark brown, she links me to you,
stem cell level
logos in touch,
the code of silence. A cone, yes, the cone
rolled from fool'scap, common in the great leaps
through the ages, as sons and daughters were born,
a virus, or a leaven, or fish, perhaps,
rancid oil while the child waited for its form
to form in the wombed man, now known
as mom. She,
Mitochondrial source of the code that keeps us alive.
The same basic way batteries in blood
have been made since knowing
Universes, realms of human reasons, piled in
lattice work bits and pieces,
joints and joiners,
that fit in particular places to form certain shapes
of things to come,
it is all very miniaturized, nano nano scale…
yes, did you know him, Mork?
I never did.
_ he does that so you don't think him arrogant,
ashamed to admit the use of the mind of christ
in a secular win the game way.
But what the hell, knowing ain't cheating, if you know
wanna place a wager on the Robinhood IPO?
I gotta plan, see…
we go into such and such a city, we buy, we sell,
but this is the secret,
we sell debt,
you owe me, right, it works, it always works,
give and it is given unto you,
running over -- goods and services, nothing taxable
riches with no sorrow, added.
You interested? One time buy in. Two bits.
I heard the news and thought, what difference might a mote in my eye make?