#speculate - Hello Poetry

I'm not sleepy, and there ai n't no place I'm going to, this is it now, … then I come again, return, interrupting my self with crosscurrents, these are those riptides in opposing forces shifting enemies to good fellow earthling survivors, spinning in the system, pole to pole and back never the same river twice, but always the pattern, meandering, serpentine, path of least resisting we know we are of the samesame value, goodwise. truewise freemade with a will to live in happy, the state of mind, ever after all of that… from now on whatever ever changes, we are in the mix, this is id est time-ated, tict to silent breathing commas, in our mutual mind space aloud at any given instant or moment, moment works instant in season out of season, how did you make sense of that? This way, right. I knew at the moment then it was past, this is ever after, never the same, fluid-ity enticed to artifice interfaces, knows to gnose, epistemic tehkne sci-psy-psi with use, knowing takes on a second nature, less guessing, let the cloud calculate the tip, wait what is this tip, this social debt, I owe the server? Stupid question, certain impulses urge me to declare, look it up, but you know, if you were the server, you know… if you were the aimer, you know, if you were the trigger, you wait to be the joke that starts the whole world laughing. ------ Survival of the we-ity bits of wits, was we an effort to imagine? We, the idea. Who imagined that? I could not form an image, imagine, yes form, in form fit an i-dea ology **** where did she come from, wait, is she the mother of all living? who told this story, after whatever resulted in now, when we know, we all are related, matrilineally, mom-wise, ...? if we were to reason, for a moment, of the expansive sort, see without the knack for vision my people perish. So seeing eyes and hearing ears, goodsense forethought, backup senses great ideas in the ongoing perfection of ever after, post Disney ification of the servant corp, and creds to Berners-Lee and the CERN concern for how ideas may evolve from necessity inventing Frank Zappa in time to fix Romania's budget.

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Dec 7, 2020

Dec 7, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Survival of the we-ity bits of wits

I'm not sleepy, and there ai n't no place I'm going to, this is it now, … then I come again, return, interrupting my self with crosscurrents, these are those riptides in opposing forces shifting enemies to good fellow earthling survivors, spinning in the system, pole to pole and back never the same river twice, but always the pattern, meandering, serpentine, path of least resisting we know we are of the samesame value, goodwise. truewise freemade with a will to live in happy, the state of mind, ever after all of that… from now on whatever ever changes, we are in the mix, this is id est time-ated, tict to silent breathing commas, in our mutual mind space aloud at any given instant or moment, moment works instant in season out of season, how did you make sense of that? This way, right. I knew at the moment then it was past, this is ever after, never the same, fluid-ity enticed to artifice interfaces, knows to gnose, epistemic tehkne sci-psy-psi with use, knowing takes on a second nature, less guessing, let the cloud calculate the tip, wait what is this tip, this social debt, I owe the server? Stupid question, certain impulses urge me to declare, look it up, but you know, if you were the server, you know… if you were the aimer, you know, if you were the trigger, you wait to be the joke that starts the whole world laughing. ------ Survival of the we-ity bits of wits, was we an effort to imagine? We, the idea. Who imagined that? I could not form an image, imagine, yes form, in form fit an i-dea ology **** where did she come from, wait, is she the mother of all living? who told this story, after whatever resulted in now, when we know, we all are related, matrilineally, mom-wise, ...? if we were to reason, for a moment, of the expansive sort, see without the knack for vision my people perish. So seeing eyes and hearing ears, goodsense forethought, backup senses great ideas in the ongoing perfection of ever after, post Disney ification of the servant corp, and creds to Berners-Lee and the CERN concern for how ideas may evolve from necessity inventing Frank Zappa in time to fix Romania's budget.

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Your silence, worth more than words Yet I take heed to your words. It costs me severely, to listen. Your words, worth more than silence Yet I take heed to your silence. It costs me severely, to speculate. Nelson N. Nsarhaza

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC

nelson-n-nsarhaza

Words and Silence

Your silence, worth more than words Yet I take heed to your words. It costs me severely, to listen. Your words, worth more than silence Yet I take heed to your silence. It costs me severely, to speculate. Nelson N. Nsarhaza

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Do not follow skewed signs, logic leads home. - Somber skies ****** desolate drives. Surrender to sunset. Tonight time is infinite. Lone hills roll endlessly. Sold souls in exchange for open roads. - "MAINTENANCE REQUIRED" Stop, for nothing.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC

mc-hammered

Maintenance Required

Do not follow skewed signs, logic leads home. - Somber skies ****** desolate drives. Surrender to sunset. Tonight time is infinite. Lone hills roll endlessly. Sold souls in exchange for open roads. - "MAINTENANCE REQUIRED" Stop, for nothing.

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