In what form is love?
- spirit, they say we affirm, we
readers of poetry and fantasy, they
thee common literate audience ******
religio politico industrial always right,
on the side of justice, as it seems,
to the minute, did I remember
to meet the grandchildren at the busstop.
NO,
I did not, and would not have but, their
grandma called their grandpa to remind him,
be cause he as been waxing more beamused,
made afraid for the moment, mind
time pause, now, we think, how say
the sages past, must we treat
with care for fear of proud wrath,
encultured hero worth, a weight
in the bag we measure worth with,
Jungian *** archetype old guy, no powers,
patiently refolding complex islands of mysteries,
never needing to have been, all spread out, trust me,
we uns stretch it always out, just smooth
as touch in rest in time to think. True rest./.NPC
compressed rest, as time accelerates and few guess,
we were the missing energy, we few who blew our minds.
We revived in many old ties to whys too deep to reason
directly with, we had ****** shames of lives we ruined,
we all felt it was wrong when we did it, but the boss
said god said, how was we to know, tsalhearsay, here
we say.
Stop and let the money makes its answer, lovelessly.
In time, the rich all believe that if money could fix it, then consciousness is over ****... ah... bragimonial testimonial recovery... the world's last resport for mad poets and bums with recycleable peaceable witty inventions.
