#become - Hello Poetry

This is not paper, this is not a book, this is a window and it scrolls and scrolls and can wrap words, and make space and waste paper if paper this ever were in a world lit by fire, like Lower Lebanon today... where children made memories today This is not a time of ignorance and witch burnings, this is not a childhood meme micro mind virus thorn, inherited in translation as we hardly see half of all we see. Have you? I have? Am I rare, I dare say, we shall see. Maybe. Individual doer of the right thing, say we know such men, say I was such a man, and feel the shame of such pride, others died, I did not, I prevented the shooter, I did not take the shot. Who is heroic and who is fretfully terrorized, lost fidelity credulity law enforcement was once peace keeping, really realized like Mainstreet Parades at all Disneyland Theme Parks, bubbles we be in as everyman and every wombedman and *** ---------------------- ------ look at these two old Boomers, they were called, they were inadvertently modeled on the Bowry Boys, and then the drugstore cowboys who ran the towns, Sarsaparilla only soda joints, run by Odd Fellows, I have suspected, while detecting sneaking suspicions that now is not so unusual, except here, where the point has been made, so few things are free from gravity, at once those instants in prayer, when you know you got it, if it makes you feel good, like it never was against the law, to know how barren wombs are made to cry out, and the horse leeches never are lifted to lips, like Agent Orange, drink up newbie, chain of command, any rank and file military mind, called up in the end, today we take our stand, we make up our minds, we agree, we hold inalienable right to the air we breathe and food we eat and good we make we first part take, we make enough and enough to share in times of peace we cease lying about undisguised wonder's worth, but we try the spirit bearing word, imagine the whole community, entire Dunbar Numbers Sized demographically predictable using science and the law of large numbers coupled with the value, at scale, of the code that converts massive stars KPOW ever so long ago, we may now imagine more than Aristotle, and do it by age seven. Okeh, we are not stupid savages in the rubble of Gaza, we are kids, with refurbished Iphone like devices from China given out with tiny solar chargers, what a wonderful school for the curious, if we were allowed curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, Eve was curios. The wise serpent looked your way and winked, ought we say it, so curious you know the idea what a sin is and does eh? Ought we think it, ready same as this samizdat is ready to be read and make a thunk. Really? One knock. Who gets let in? Who is it, ask, and listen, I am wisdom I am that I am, and listen, whither go ye? Whither I am. On Earth, as remembered, regularly, habitually, it's true, I use a garden kush tincture in grain alcohol, in about a quart jug add about half a pound halfbaked garden flower wait a while, a year or so, make that an annual thing we do, evaluate the children's worthiness for scholarship support, what a waste was I, well, truth told, what I owed was wiped away, about the time, I lost the contract in Yuma, and MyTechpeople was techpeople poor, with Front Range Websites hanging from a single server with a pseudo IP allocating grand geek Radio Shack boss, I guess Information Technology Assisting Instructor Graphics Guy. Expert acquainted with CPM suitcase Osborns sold second hand to preachers on the hallelujah trail out of Prescott, there's that thread we said we see regularly while paying winds attention, spider kites, like the end of Charlotte's web, but single, ones some times those caught in the canyons, those stick around, time stuck between eaves and porch rails, those spider kites linger and always vibrate in bright streak of rainbow's hues waving there for any with sense to see, these are not traps these are pieces in the life that keeps earth working windwise Coherency of signal, in these same winds, season after season, some muse uses allowed in old ad lib performance, never the same. Ever after any once is the do no more, we made it, did the deed, left the code in qwerty conscionable plain text testible tasted not by chance, but by deceit did Hamlet happen to die. Has jazz roots, memory serves, musical intuitions in us, clapping adapts, we work in meme fields culturally gelled before we became adults with time on our hands to wash off or work off while living on. I think in whole days and entire ever afters since any first ones ever, as we, the children born into an irradiated at most fear, globally, some of us got different doses, but the same set of great books, Phaedrus still gives me pause, and reminds me of Whitman's Swimmer, and BJB upside down on a spur strap stamped by the pervy crafty arts teacher, Did he ever black you out, yeah, the highschool teacher, MCUHS he'd thumb close the big veins in the neck, and lay a kid out, and he said nothing of us sniffing rubber cement, before September Arizona Football Practice, every year for four years and the future dims all that ends and it's right now, asking what has been conserved? Can I remember all their names, I can't, can I remember all my shames, I can and know any man in my shoes, my stolen boots, and broken boots my thrift store boots and my cobbler unpaid discount boots, all worked to keep my heels at just the right angle for enough accumlative hours to insure perennial pains in the neck without conscious, cocking an eye leaning in to look a little closer, it is May 19, 2026. Merry, traditionally middle school serves the role villages served in Fuller's childhood. Some local worship, local live together under these written rules, such as we have experienced in public class rooms, classified common sense, as such free from taxes and levy and interest due on borrowed books and books and books and books, boy, howdy did we have 'em full set of those great books advertised in Current Opinion June 1916, we had those, and all of Zane Grey, even the baseball one.

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Part of the Coherency Saga: On the same planet

This is not paper, this is not a book, this is a window and it scrolls and scrolls and can wrap words, and make space and waste paper if paper this ever were in a world lit by fire, like Lower Lebanon today... where children made memories today This is not a time of ignorance and witch burnings, this is not a childhood meme micro mind virus thorn, inherited in translation as we hardly see half of all we see. Have you? I have? Am I rare, I dare say, we shall see. Maybe. Individual doer of the right thing, say we know such men, say I was such a man, and feel the shame of such pride, others died, I did not, I prevented the shooter, I did not take the shot. Who is heroic and who is fretfully terrorized, lost fidelity credulity law enforcement was once peace keeping, really realized like Mainstreet Parades at all Disneyland Theme Parks, bubbles we be in as everyman and every wombedman and *** ---------------------- ------ look at these two old Boomers, they were called, they were inadvertently modeled on the Bowry Boys, and then the drugstore cowboys who ran the towns, Sarsaparilla only soda joints, run by Odd Fellows, I have suspected, while detecting sneaking suspicions that now is not so unusual, except here, where the point has been made, so few things are free from gravity, at once those instants in prayer, when you know you got it, if it makes you feel good, like it never was against the law, to know how barren wombs are made to cry out, and the horse leeches never are lifted to lips, like Agent Orange, drink up newbie, chain of command, any rank and file military mind, called up in the end, today we take our stand, we make up our minds, we agree, we hold inalienable right to the air we breathe and food we eat and good we make we first part take, we make enough and enough to share in times of peace we cease lying about undisguised wonder's worth, but we try the spirit bearing word, imagine the whole community, entire Dunbar Numbers Sized demographically predictable using science and the law of large numbers coupled with the value, at scale, of the code that converts massive stars KPOW ever so long ago, we may now imagine more than Aristotle, and do it by age seven. Okeh, we are not stupid savages in the rubble of Gaza, we are kids, with refurbished Iphone like devices from China given out with tiny solar chargers, what a wonderful school for the curious, if we were allowed curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, Eve was curios. The wise serpent looked your way and winked, ought we say it, so curious you know the idea what a sin is and does eh? Ought we think it, ready same as this samizdat is ready to be read and make a thunk. Really? One knock. Who gets let in? Who is it, ask, and listen, I am wisdom I am that I am, and listen, whither go ye? Whither I am. On Earth, as remembered, regularly, habitually, it's true, I use a garden kush tincture in grain alcohol, in about a quart jug add about half a pound halfbaked garden flower wait a while, a year or so, make that an annual thing we do, evaluate the children's worthiness for scholarship support, what a waste was I, well, truth told, what I owed was wiped away, about the time, I lost the contract in Yuma, and MyTechpeople was techpeople poor, with Front Range Websites hanging from a single server with a pseudo IP allocating grand geek Radio Shack boss, I guess Information Technology Assisting Instructor Graphics Guy. Expert acquainted with CPM suitcase Osborns sold second hand to preachers on the hallelujah trail out of Prescott, there's that thread we said we see regularly while paying winds attention, spider kites, like the end of Charlotte's web, but single, ones some times those caught in the canyons, those stick around, time stuck between eaves and porch rails, those spider kites linger and always vibrate in bright streak of rainbow's hues waving there for any with sense to see, these are not traps these are pieces in the life that keeps earth working windwise Coherency of signal, in these same winds, season after season, some muse uses allowed in old ad lib performance, never the same. Ever after any once is the do no more, we made it, did the deed, left the code in qwerty conscionable plain text testible tasted not by chance, but by deceit did Hamlet happen to die. Has jazz roots, memory serves, musical intuitions in us, clapping adapts, we work in meme fields culturally gelled before we became adults with time on our hands to wash off or work off while living on. I think in whole days and entire ever afters since any first ones ever, as we, the children born into an irradiated at most fear, globally, some of us got different doses, but the same set of great books, Phaedrus still gives me pause, and reminds me of Whitman's Swimmer, and BJB upside down on a spur strap stamped by the pervy crafty arts teacher, Did he ever black you out, yeah, the highschool teacher, MCUHS he'd thumb close the big veins in the neck, and lay a kid out, and he said nothing of us sniffing rubber cement, before September Arizona Football Practice, every year for four years and the future dims all that ends and it's right now, asking what has been conserved? Can I remember all their names, I can't, can I remember all my shames, I can and know any man in my shoes, my stolen boots, and broken boots my thrift store boots and my cobbler unpaid discount boots, all worked to keep my heels at just the right angle for enough accumlative hours to insure perennial pains in the neck without conscious, cocking an eye leaning in to look a little closer, it is May 19, 2026. Merry, traditionally middle school serves the role villages served in Fuller's childhood. Some local worship, local live together under these written rules, such as we have experienced in public class rooms, classified common sense, as such free from taxes and levy and interest due on borrowed books and books and books and books, boy, howdy did we have 'em full set of those great books advertised in Current Opinion June 1916, we had those, and all of Zane Grey, even the baseball one.