Gates imagined in times
past
open here and we pause
is this the life well spent,
or the life un-examined?
Are we Faustian Fellows or mere mortals
dreaming
rockstar vibes on the boulevard
select/apply
brakes. (witness, we saw it coming)
What good can come from this?
Is
here some secret place?
What keeps its secret here?
he emerges rather as a master syncretist of widely divergent materials and as a devout theopantist
From <https://muse.jhu.edu/book/37533>
Artistic Intelligen-seers build cumputorionic
putahs
for the pew-trade-ification
easy as pi t' lie about knowing
as goatphorgoneconclusions, leading
sheepish men astray
afar from the madding crowd
screaming out loud
for christ's sake (really. What's that mean?)
Christmas is christ's cause, I would think,
given proper cause determining algorythms at some time after my
toddling twos expecting, child-like
survivability
equivalent -- equal in balance factor
twixt why and how and try and
umph
needed on the uphill side of every vibe.
Has Christ mass more meaning than
anointed (oiled-to shine-or-burn, per hap)
message/medium,
a class of good
news, a whole bunch of new good
ideas for things,
witty inventions with the best of intentions,
Christmas Time!
Peace,
on earth, good will to
ward men,
the idea of god as truth life and the path to next; and man, wombed and un, recon-
conciliated, with no con-sessions to bogus-science but to learn
to use the food we eat. learn
to chew our mushrooms with a touch of lemon,
lemon tree, so pretty but impossible to eat,
Ah, why,
ya jus'asker what she knows,
she's sure to show you
wisdom wisps, entangled in your hair…
take a taste,
now, hear this, peace, I give, I loose
as
oil on the water, but with the best imaginable
outcome
not good as men measure;
good as you measure good,
good ideas you make do
good, sometime
thereafter your arrival as the hero in your story.
here after there, as Bilbo did, we left the gate a jat and left a trail of tiny blue mushooms.
