December's crueler than April.
Survivor stories from my youth,
Athletes in the Andes
King Rat pragmatist ethic, depiction.
Whose story wins the hearts?
Whose reason causes minds to make
a way appear,
where no way was, yet now, we be
come to the future, from just now,
how come we ask?
Me and thee, alone, I see no other,
thus I read… my life,
my owned experience, true as true
can ever be, on the spectrum,
Perfect proven truth, the idea all
begins with, already
one and a, none, nada mas, only me,
I scan the ever not I
and I see. Only me, most self centered
the singularity at the core,
whither thought occurred, as what
if we knew, nothing
is a positive, point in re-ality, under
and breathable atmo bubbles,
dust of ever before, the just imagine,
living by faith as defined,
here, by faith, to thine ownself, be true.
Good and faithful,
servile being, you, the submitted mind,
heart-core, gung-**, rock roller,
on life's downhill side.
Too true to be simple, loop de loop.
The road is a Mobius strip,
with as many twists as your average
produced from dirt, ultimately,
formed from former stars's dusts.
Of course, that is, to stay valid,
on course through human events,
opportunities for the whole world
to know, a means, a use of held thoughts,
phenomenal-logos chains holding
weight a minutes needing thinking
through, dia-logos, thought filled words.
The elderly Voltaire enters the frame,
carrying -- or carried on
a stipulation, a term limit, bounding
pre-suppositions… ag-response, control.
A keel and a rudder and a mast and sail,
in our mind we all have imagined,
we could, should necessity demand.
Suppose, I go light on my own reliance
on artificial knowledge, I lean
on my leading spirits spoken words,
as spoken by my culture's steady state.
Salt, for centuries, served life. Agree,
we know Sodium is real, as a model,
made with representative shapes,
Tinker-Toy structures visible
to current-tech eye-use-enhancers,
scanning instants in the gestalt.
All the uni- units in the universe,
one time tic past last… waiting to go.
------ hours from go, begone, we are
so far, so good, no pain, no sorrow,
at the moment, mindful
in that moment, stick and stay and
make it mean something, today,
while it is called today, you may
come along, as you wish,
or feel drawn, as into a vacuous event
right, this was the edge, yesterday.
Today, this was first and next came after, the medium is the message/ like