None but he who calls me, me,
thinks of me
as doer of
the deeds we see were done, or
must have been done,
ere I was error there of, as
beauties, if such do yet make
plans for chances I can take
as hope, sent deep to meet me,
as has been done, hoped over
plans, in me, object I point
at you. See, we are they who do
say you see the banner wave,
o'er the legendary home, aye,
of free and brave, learn-
ed and led by the learned away,
to find the me who started
thinking things we say are prayer,
this, nada mas, this we have
as we think, we have, this we,
I, me and you. Please be real. Amen.
The out of body designation,
after life, after ever once begun,
rounds the bend in time to find you.
That is mine, you said to he-
he who calls me, me, he may be
too dense to pass through, solid state.
see the odds, gads, scads of
notta chances remain to test,
may good enough to try, get by,
as among the best, for umph,
at the last wish in any set of three
kinds of minds full of found
ways this could occur or happen
to seem felt right, enough for now.
- the binge, a novel passtime,
- focus, intent, on hero stories fit
- slicker than snot to viral ideas…
We sneeze, sometimes in threes,
all the breathers who think in me terms,
studies show we mostly sneeze in threes;
we get vaccines in threes, and we live on
Between April 26 and July 10, 1954,
volunteers distributed Salk's series of three polio shots….
Let's get practically political, as poets have power to spew, effectual
jabs, at any imagined armed and unready people, common sensed with the maddened mob. Co-video, we see.