Jubal Cain trained his children,
his brother, Tubal, trained his, as well.
When stories grow in prehistorical shade,
all letters symbol references locked away,
when the little people in blue Phrygian caps,
acknowledge the big strong wombed Liberties,
wearing with honor the red Phrygian caps.
Freedom from all forms of mental tyranny, snaps
medically induced connection across synaptic gaps.
Who, who? We heard it,
on the radio.
Life in my time has been totally unique,
in time as a whole,
scientifically, we, even we two, just me
and you, agreeing,
as touching,
any thing, a thought, a thing? being used
to make you think, once more
what if, we do, and never tell?
what if this is telling?
what if we knew?
The audience widens preceptual effectuality... even one in tune in time
