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when the parallels swerve, crossovers, converge, intersections of short circuits, unexpected becomes expected, roles reversed, you the objectified, storyline switcheroo, you’re the ill, not, the meds, disorienting dizzy, finger-snaps beat-less, irregulars are regularized and you are surprised, when you realize, the hands holding your head, are yours…
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
when the edges converge
Any one hidden once may be shown. Whole/parts Any one Any thing e may signify. A dot, a jot, a little tic to the smooth tight stretched string remnant of a once noble and good idea, with all the best sci-entious knowers of numerical ways and means of propagating an aspect of realty we need to know. we do, we must know, we feel it courios. curio. imp-ul-pel, **** and blow, inexorable pop the foolish thought. why, would I? ah, gigo go go take out the trash but it's real, it can't be worthless. Being real is the absolute most worth in any ever imagined. Even hell. Yeh. Wanna go there? Wanna ride? Step inside my mind, the liars used then said, we yoosta say, read'em 'n'weep… sweep sweep sweep m'chimbly fuerboy, while I sort through the ash, pshawt sawt into central London feels surreal every time things fall off from the everyday in the vicinity of Bow, Stratford and Mile End Mateuš Conrad From <https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4313339/comment/> in a flash s'jew see that, the light house danced, a little. -- Evvy Pax, my grandson finale, thinks Pokémon! Those are everywhere, sending messages, with seeming uncertain sounds, something like help, we've fallen, and we can't get up. Call to Emergency Locators: SHOW THE WORLD PEACE OF MIND, WHENEVER YOU ARE AWAY, let emergency locaters know and we notify you, after we call the authorized property protectors. ------ that was 1991, on Texas Street ------ four years prior to the Fred Pryor Internet in a Day the resumé of a myth, cliché  resumes… this is that mythic stage, plain, flatout one being a while alone time…… Only Bums and truly rich beings who live to tend fires in minds enduring auto-de-fe resting from tirades tuned to deaf ears determined to serve com-plete, full to the limit of the fire's reign, gno se? Fuerverge, the character first to reveal the valour in the name Keeper of the sharpest stick, the stick that did not burn, but stirred morning fires. Arize, cousins, sing in the son with the birds and lizards. Hoo Hoo who RAH YA 'LL AI AI AI served you, see De - as in complete (adj.) late 14c., "having no deficiency, wanting no part or element; perfect in kind or quality; finished, ended, concluded," from Old French complet "full," or directly from Latin completus, past participle of complere "to fill up, complete the number of (a legion, etc.)," transferred to "fulfill, finish (a task)," from com-, here probably as an intensive prefix (see com-), + plere "to fill" (from PIE root *pele- (1) "to fill"). From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=complete> In this end, we get what we made life worth getting. Sound crazy. All way at once. Con vergence sense.
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
We deserve convergence sense
Any one hidden once may be shown. Whole/parts Any one Any thing e may signify. A dot, a jot, a little tic to the smooth tight stretched string remnant of a once noble and good idea, with all the best sci-entious knowers of numerical ways and means of propagating an aspect of realty we need to know. we do, we must know, we feel it courios. curio. imp-ul-pel, **** and blow, inexorable pop the foolish thought. why, would I? ah, gigo go go take out the trash but it's real, it can't be worthless. Being real is the absolute most worth in any ever imagined. Even hell. Yeh. Wanna go there? Wanna ride? Step inside my mind, the liars used then said, we yoosta say, read'em 'n'weep… sweep sweep sweep m'chimbly fuerboy, while I sort through the ash, pshawt sawt into central London feels surreal every time things fall off from the everyday in the vicinity of Bow, Stratford and Mile End Mateuš Conrad From <https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4313339/comment/> in a flash s'jew see that, the light house danced, a little. -- Evvy Pax, my grandson finale, thinks Pokémon! Those are everywhere, sending messages, with seeming uncertain sounds, something like help, we've fallen, and we can't get up. Call to Emergency Locators: SHOW THE WORLD PEACE OF MIND, WHENEVER YOU ARE AWAY, let emergency locaters know and we notify you, after we call the authorized property protectors. ------ that was 1991, on Texas Street ------ four years prior to the Fred Pryor Internet in a Day the resumé of a myth, cliché  resumes… this is that mythic stage, plain, flatout one being a while alone time…… Only Bums and truly rich beings who live to tend fires in minds enduring auto-de-fe resting from tirades tuned to deaf ears determined to serve com-plete, full to the limit of the fire's reign, gno se? Fuerverge, the character first to reveal the valour in the name Keeper of the sharpest stick, the stick that did not burn, but stirred morning fires. Arize, cousins, sing in the son with the birds and lizards. Hoo Hoo who RAH YA 'LL AI AI AI served you, see De - as in complete (adj.) late 14c., "having no deficiency, wanting no part or element; perfect in kind or quality; finished, ended, concluded," from Old French complet "full," or directly from Latin completus, past participle of complere "to fill up, complete the number of (a legion, etc.)," transferred to "fulfill, finish (a task)," from com-, here probably as an intensive prefix (see com-), + plere "to fill" (from PIE root *pele- (1) "to fill"). From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=complete> In this end, we get what we made life worth getting. Sound crazy. All way at once. Con vergence sense.
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Billions of light years, In night’s fantasy converge; Cosmic illusion!
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Illusion supreme
These halfway feelings...      hang in the balance - sad to have left you,      happy to have met.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dyad - 35 -
Keep breathing keep breathing keep breathing keep breathing birds flying over a mountain full of clovers one red in a field of greens wake up wake up wake up hallucinations filling imagine feeling comatose forget the life you chose this is an eternal comatose eternal coma coma keep breathing
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
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