Old paths never cobbled
float stones, over the years.
Through the winter each day I walk
or drive this trail,
I moosh down the mud and deep
down ought or else pushes back and
water takes the waymaker function,
path of least resistance,
coming up.
Hydraulic pluerosis pops a stone into my path.
An old stumbling stone, new position.
Kick'em out the way, see watcha find
Certain con
tained
coils of oughts thought steps as
rungs from
Bethel to where Jesus says the Kingdom
of right use right-e-o-us
righteo.
come hell or high water
A.
Lor' willin', if the creeks don't rise
B.
you trust your kenotic self to flow, least re
sist dance
A. or B. Either opens the gate,
t'm'yaad, eden bydemnation namin' imps.
Clouds of could'ves push-crash
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dis ap
proven re
proven re
al itynessification.
judge you, I judge me and we judge each
the other,
I am first reader, I and my muse and the manual dexter/sinister
skill with the maigi
tech
(I key far faster than hemingway two finger typed,
if he did, like on tv)
I correct me, I was trying and, by trying doing.
Earlier in life I magined one sneaky lie true
because it came from
Yoda,
wise entity telling Luke,
there is no try only do,
maybe for Alienated Jedi minds, not mine,
mine works if I try to do and do, so trying and doing
is done at once.
Okeh. An earlier exploration was tainted by my wish
to be seen wise in relation to an imaginary
depicted fiction seen as the source
of base level words chock full o'
wisdom... nuts... Yoda was never real.
C'mon, gimme the old American
Try again. Emulate Socrates and Jesus,
sorta comboish,
Old Ben says it worked for him,
Kenosis-like. The thirteenth step in
In Ben's
experiment in thinking as an
American might, in the future,
relative to then.
People still read the
Auto-biography of Ben, right?
A proverbial treasure buried long ago
for you.
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Kenosis pluerosis and such, who knew such words held such depths? I love the Global Brain, and your part in it, dear reader.
