#hack - Hello Poetry

Crossed the last river, same as the first, over and back, same old trail, same old stream, different water, no doubt, fresh from snow late but better than never, again this year, weather-wise we'll have water in the well again this year, we'll have some grass for the critters, and plenty we can pump up to the tank, green already blooming yellow first phaze daffodils and other yellow blossums, first sign life is on a schedule, and the snow, flown over looking down, from heights men who climbed knew, they knew, those passes open in January, is bad as ever, for about a day, and then those new atmospheric rivers, come to blow Januarius into some curious climatic plans End part one, over and done over twice today, alligning ideas developed using habits honed to just such a point. Part 2. Ah, forgive my lack of proper style, I have all the books about making a living, as the phraseology effects thinking in a wandering man from the time of ordered peace between civic bodies heads and hands mine well skilled in qwerty tenkey mentally, customary trade rules regulating just weights keyed and fair measures, coded enforce using golden rule one, pay your self belief first held true and feel how good being taken can feel when one knows the code, may one take too much and give too little? Sure, might many warn buyers, beware, sure, can lie like a Jew, in Carthage, in wait, aware the Romans win, literally seeing the patterns in Appolo, makes perfected senses sense same mind for sure work translating Phoenician invoices for shipping and handling on top of laid in costs… We could do business, eh, while our time away, leave lines along with precept concepts… here a little there a little, knock and doors here open wide, only activate authority to you, suspend believing, activate unbelieving this is familiar, yes, in eerie fact of the substances we deal in, three leggëd stools, mystery sells, so we made, it sexxy, alluring, Þeoryëdialecticaldodat done. And the children, Chokooham Hohokam Pleiades any fiddler from the land of Nod, calls it sweet, the influence reminders find made from so many easy to call fixed points whence onces done be done to the dragnet themed schema, we recall as the audience, the babies, in those cribs, we all had the experience, behind those bars, as real as real gets when life is less than ever long as an infant person, a one of us, as common ready readers reading anything we find time to read, or think and write to read a ready idea about a million ways, think on the belief alive in many a mind I have agreed with, in any ways, let's talk about what we lived through, no lying. Let's us be the Trump era survivors, sane and steady, onward into who did you think won when letters who hindered freedom from the press and its attention deficit inducing el duce madness a mind virus infestation, slimy little revenge nerds, sick with money - let us leave us be press free... we live editably well on the luck that's kept us growing older much better than before.. Part 3. Slick Infer the mindshare carrying in phora gathered, not a few mindfulness practitioners, we imply the complexity, say that's weird the ambigunity in no-once chaotic, it is so beautiful, what's it good for, seeing beauty few informed minds hold as true towb ra'… the Kaplan kid said, science is knowing the good in crazy coincidences we depend from, co-informing we scale minds. Our we sized minds, as we let be so… Part 4. Meet me in the middle said my mind to me, as I sat perusing my magic window on all the news on Earth, likely approaching pointed attention limits, until, as gnosis substantially, bounces during reflective instants, continuing instant in season, so constant come the floods, dam walls contrast free from will to make do umph trying two hand harmony, letting each know letter by letter what the other has in mind, as we reform our we in an awesome probable bubble invested as evidence, in truth, read ready, once, upon any instance seen, remember then, that scene, seemed real, we realize now is then later, seeming as real. As us, receivers of such signals after all real is as we just think it may work this way, we make peace, we don't find peace, we do not fight war, we make peace, we write our prayers to common sense. Feel free to use any still working after this.

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Jan 22

Jan 22, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Over and Done (a muse mentalation in 4 parts)

Crossed the last river, same as the first, over and back, same old trail, same old stream, different water, no doubt, fresh from snow late but better than never, again this year, weather-wise we'll have water in the well again this year, we'll have some grass for the critters, and plenty we can pump up to the tank, green already blooming yellow first phaze daffodils and other yellow blossums, first sign life is on a schedule, and the snow, flown over looking down, from heights men who climbed knew, they knew, those passes open in January, is bad as ever, for about a day, and then those new atmospheric rivers, come to blow Januarius into some curious climatic plans End part one, over and done over twice today, alligning ideas developed using habits honed to just such a point. Part 2. Ah, forgive my lack of proper style, I have all the books about making a living, as the phraseology effects thinking in a wandering man from the time of ordered peace between civic bodies heads and hands mine well skilled in qwerty tenkey mentally, customary trade rules regulating just weights keyed and fair measures, coded enforce using golden rule one, pay your self belief first held true and feel how good being taken can feel when one knows the code, may one take too much and give too little? Sure, might many warn buyers, beware, sure, can lie like a Jew, in Carthage, in wait, aware the Romans win, literally seeing the patterns in Appolo, makes perfected senses sense same mind for sure work translating Phoenician invoices for shipping and handling on top of laid in costs… We could do business, eh, while our time away, leave lines along with precept concepts… here a little there a little, knock and doors here open wide, only activate authority to you, suspend believing, activate unbelieving this is familiar, yes, in eerie fact of the substances we deal in, three leggëd stools, mystery sells, so we made, it sexxy, alluring, Þeoryëdialecticaldodat done. And the children, Chokooham Hohokam Pleiades any fiddler from the land of Nod, calls it sweet, the influence reminders find made from so many easy to call fixed points whence onces done be done to the dragnet themed schema, we recall as the audience, the babies, in those cribs, we all had the experience, behind those bars, as real as real gets when life is less than ever long as an infant person, a one of us, as common ready readers reading anything we find time to read, or think and write to read a ready idea about a million ways, think on the belief alive in many a mind I have agreed with, in any ways, let's talk about what we lived through, no lying. Let's us be the Trump era survivors, sane and steady, onward into who did you think won when letters who hindered freedom from the press and its attention deficit inducing el duce madness a mind virus infestation, slimy little revenge nerds, sick with money - let us leave us be press free... we live editably well on the luck that's kept us growing older much better than before.. Part 3. Slick Infer the mindshare carrying in phora gathered, not a few mindfulness practitioners, we imply the complexity, say that's weird the ambigunity in no-once chaotic, it is so beautiful, what's it good for, seeing beauty few informed minds hold as true towb ra'… the Kaplan kid said, science is knowing the good in crazy coincidences we depend from, co-informing we scale minds. Our we sized minds, as we let be so… Part 4. Meet me in the middle said my mind to me, as I sat perusing my magic window on all the news on Earth, likely approaching pointed attention limits, until, as gnosis substantially, bounces during reflective instants, continuing instant in season, so constant come the floods, dam walls contrast free from will to make do umph trying two hand harmony, letting each know letter by letter what the other has in mind, as we reform our we in an awesome probable bubble invested as evidence, in truth, read ready, once, upon any instance seen, remember then, that scene, seemed real, we realize now is then later, seeming as real. As us, receivers of such signals after all real is as we just think it may work this way, we make peace, we don't find peace, we do not fight war, we make peace, we write our prayers to common sense. Feel free to use any still working after this.