This week, mired in mysteriousisty, monstrous
enter tech, subtler doors perceptible, whole
Certain trut-le subtle so, Feynman left the door ajar.
Time after certain pointy ideas grow shiny
as any used key, ever bright,
most honed edge,
after i-Ust dust,
the we in which I occur, we
- have been occuring within,
yes, not al-one in, with
within, inside, distinctly not
with out, just cause,
some valid reason for assuming your right,
master minister bond,
order spun chaos patterning.
Prince and Pauper, think it through,
some tutorial must have tightened the reasons,
priests and kings, scepters and orbs,
sacred evidence, bundles of righteous secrets,
precious as- jewels,
more precious than rubies, in those days…
worth to kings, as taught by priests,
worth is in things as rare as you…
dear child called of all the gods… just can't wait,
to be king
---------- disneyified reality contains me, a minute
detain, refrain from too much good stuff,
keep your own counsel…
take the grace, recall the science under these words.
pshaw, the knowledge,
where the faces fit,
the use of that jewel master's touch
the use of the shimmering final presentation,
-sell the sizzle,
- let'em smell the onions, and the cinnamon.
how much time fits in a leaded representative space,
only only, one-ly, namely, me - the type
setter, printer's devil, charged to fill the emptiness,
and random selections from Scripture,
and Nietzsche's numbered aphorisms.
Siri, sorry- generic personal entity,
to the idea made
Wisdom, the principal thing
to be gotten,
with thy getting, get the use,
what good does diamond dust do?
Who owns the rights, to cities in your mind?
- By the time they got to Monterey,
- they all had hammers, hammering out
- love between the brothers and
- the sisters,
- howl, howl foul, all you wish was other
- find a spell
- find a smell, feel the first software run.
Breathe, reality, holding me and all the lines
us, unified states of mind enclosed in bubble
shelved in dark pantry nooks and crannies,
How are kings made?
all ways kings have been made.
There was always a fight,
there was always a winner… and often
for the child of the loser,
or for his goods and services, dues
to the victor, never
for get, never give back, never take too little
when the plenty comes,
and the coveting capability expands
conspicuous among the high and mighty.
To the prince, it was written, learn the inter-
eyes of Athena embedded in moth's wings,
lobsters only entertainment,
you can feel it, lose a claw,
life in the depths, as non-hallel species,
playing pile on lobster Dnana-nana na na
ancient dopaminurgency, have fun,
live life where you find you lived,
before the final plunge,
squealing, giggling pile on, get to the top,
no holds barred…
Two weeks in 502, waiting to mesh with reality today... early JBP lobster idea.