Train tracks, notebooks, bridges, buildings,
and a billion other things
in nature, you will rarely find
yet to us, they, order bring.

If they're really so common place
from windows to honey bees.
why does my heart so awfully ache
the great distance now I see.

For basic math does specify
that lines with exact same slopes
in either directions you try
meet not, no matter the hope.

Valleys, mountains, forest of trees,
no distance is quite so far
but what to do, if geometry
quietly keeps us apart?

Now I realize that fate and time
do often travel in lines.
our future, I may never find,
and for that my soul does cry.

Will it be simple accident,
Or depend on God's great wrath?
For now, I will traverse to find
a perpendicular path.

Did you know me

Did you know me when I knew you , back then

back when

none of this was real but we felt it

could be.

If you knew my type,
my sort o'critter
from under a
shadow of
a rock.

Von Neumann said you need not accept
responsibility for the reality

others imagine you in, or
something like that.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
then I know how to
take action
I
wave my hand
magi
swish, besom of de struction
con structuring
com panions, company of ---

no, there is no such

being appearing needed,
what's missin' for this
impossible
mission

Feynman, make a tool.
Ramanujan, right the algo rhyme
Count as reason all the sets of infinite things
being
as we see. As they be, with no seeing being done.

Re, same vocalization as Re, the big Kahuna
in Egypt, sun god, crazy family,
senility and drooling
rulers. That Re

sounds just jest jist like rey ray re, eh? and
re is the oldest word we

link to the idea of reason and counting.

Come, let us reason…
Re, eh,
that counts. Counting positions now
away from then in any direction.
Al
beta test re quire

That's for your protection.
Bubbles have edges for that very first reason,

keep the inside in and the outside out.

Feelings every language can name,
are those not spiritual things
being influential as they may?

Should we, you and me, let feelings reign
the realm?
****** your qualms awry.

My realm,

I took responsibility. Von Nuemann, meet

my machination. It grows and grows and grows,
breaks are mended,
edges tended,
the meekest of us make peace for a living.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
you know how this came to pass.

War as an idea, counted me out, worthless.

I was drunk and he who drunk
was you. ..

back when

none of this was real but we
imagined now would
prove the point, one way or another

Life makes us,
we, who knew then,

did you know me when I knew you , back then?
I
remember knowing, this

is the big show, the one that counts.

I’m afraid of loving you
My blue eyed boy
I’m afraid of losing you
of you thinking you’re my toy

I’m afraid of wanting you
I already want too much
From you, from myself,
From everyone

Is your understanding for me gone?
Do you hate me? I don’t know.
Is my love for you a theorem or
an axiom of my being?
After all…

I’m afraid of knowing
the answer to my questions,
I’m afraid of losing you
to that I have no answer.

The ending of this poem’s near,
yet I have no conclusion
Is this really love,
or my premature illusion?

I can't function without you, so how about I make us equals and see how this all works out. Get closer, take away the barriers.. Together we'll divide and conquer, and soon, add our adventures to the greatest romance stories ever told. Noah_arkenswagg