things I know nothing of
things I know little of
things I know more of
things I know all of
where should I wander?
where should I linger
seriously?
lighten up. time I know, little
enough,
now is, then was, soon
we see
we note
we mark the place on this horizon
that big star rises
or seems to rise
from, but now we know,
some how that star is moving in
time, same as me
how can any knower know
the sweet influences of pleides?
look closely,
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this time, this generation
here,
we're smart, we can do math in poems
12800 years ago, 1280 decades,
128 centruien measures in each
of which, lay remnants of four generations
of **** sapiens,
of **** sapiens sapiens, and
of **** sapiens sapiens augmenticious,
all mixed up and tangle tongued.
Now, 512 generations of beings of our genus
since the
speciation of we, the people of earth;
this time, this generation
now,
we're smarter, more able to know and use
the knowing, than any
we imagine real
before us
in these past five hundred and twelve steps,
from mitomom,
to you. Individuatible you.
to you, thinker of thought things,
to you, thinker of thought things augmented
by with for through witty
inventions, for instance, example gratis, et al
the Vitruvian man made the Vitruvian wheel,
tapping the flow of rain returning to the sea, pulling, nicely, with thanks, at first,
to the river,
power at a rate of two kilo watts per hour,
The old mill stone groaned as it ground seed
that could'a' been boiled
and chewed, but for the lack of knowing
how a fire could be started,
after all the ashes have grown cold.
Oops, time skip. Now, then back
Gen one, post all hell breaking loose
who knew how to start a fire?
was it a secret kept for the few who knew?
Was prometheus as real as jesus,
had we any evidence of things unseen,
had we any substance of things hoped for?
-- why?
-- because there is a liar on the loose. And now nothing hidden remains, save what you never knew anyone could know. Or so it seems, to me,
