sides in position
self imposturing, pre sep
paration, settling scores and bounds
separation
church from state… wait
what are these
things? Words? Or mental wisps
inter
daring done to render due
to whom due, honor or otherwise reknown.
Heroic words. I've uttered some,
imagining all boys did,
singing with their dad's, to Queen,
we
are the champions
of the world, we pretend, to the end, then
we fall away… or they
fall away … the anthems in the ballparks,
oh,
say. can you see… we are the cops,
we are the redcoats and the brown shirts
and the cavalry and the real estate speculators,
slipping my grip, the idea of me, citizen-soldier,
come limping home from the edge
of baseball,
where futbol over laps ancestral lessons
in rendering unto the owner rents ……….
How old is old?
Ask a child, for old men never
learn the bounds, or
if they do, I can't say,
there seem no theys I fit just right.
I
balance _ or I lie /I\ am lifted leaning lost.
…………..
Salt, salaried man,
spending time in reading strange sayings
as if
we
know there is meaning found some times,
we think.
we mentalate, cogitate, take a tic
to stop
and think
a gain or a loss, more sense or less, inessence
or essential point
in time? See? Say what you see? Squiggle wiggle
vermicule breeeze, or
whispy vapour
rising
above or diving into a period,
a point
in time to see ifery vanish in wasery wonder iffing
whatsitmatter,
any way.
We lived past that. Now, we make sense……..
Radical is root-related, as well as
edge
related… out on the edge of known
a
self awareness wonders at my existing
outside the inside
as seen on TV
via AI guides through the explosion of knowns
I am anonymous.
There is a canyon near my home
the sign says it is the canyon with no name.
The map says it is a slot-like canyon, with no name.
Thingery thinking in terms of lines and letters letting
all we knew
blow into the winding times told of in tales too tedious
to
recall
with Howard Bloom level detail. {he is unique}
He touches me, do I not touch back? The curio knows.
How sharp the edge of a point stretched from
the mind that could see the wind whip a spark to life.
Sense when nonsense seems the fashion, the way
forms fashion fasteners around axes,
facistical twigs and vines
something says this is missed as a message,
this ax bound in sticks,
I dare, I do, I ask what was the meaning of this,
and
while we're on my dime, what's with the wings
on the Phrygian cap,
I mean,
what was the artificer's source of inspiration, like
why is liberty always a lady
wearing fashion far up the ladder of learned things,
what is the trick
that
feminine wile, legendary lure, curious art, enchanting
c'mon
one bite.
That idea, boing, stretched so tight it threatens ever
if it
breaks once, just
once
the attention span…
An encrustation sensation overwhelms me,
I'm thinking
I know
I know
I know
nothing so important that it could not wait to be said
by you, reader/writer being ready
read on
words to the wise are plenty,
these who say we know bread, they say leave the leaven.
:they said leave it in Egypt:
But who knows how?
Sour dough is sour dough, y'knows, it don't cook with no bubbles,
no,
dough rises in a backpack tied to an ***, crossing the red sea,
near that place where
National Geographic got that image of a golden chariot wheel,
reminiscent of the drowned army,
or was that
not true?
Do you believe AI knows? I mean, does your believing matter?
Ask who knows what and you learn, the memory we share
holds answers to questions you are afraid to ask.
………….
One in 8 billion, those are the current odds,
taken to scale, with man, all varieties and models,
augmented intellectuals allowed,
the measure,
of all things…
but
two's a crowd.
Social distance morphic resonance,
send me money, I am drowning in debt…
do I doubt?
Don't you, what if… somebody is going to win,
I think I can.
Ha, Wattie Piper, child hood infection exposed
too soon to
W. Clement Stone, do it now
selah, right word right time, just before
I lose my mind
na na na na
--------------
Is the universe friendly,
does it matter if we know or if we agree?
It is,
I say.
I made my bet, I go with the goodness aspect
of knowledge,
truth itself, yes, the idea, real, the whole
enchilada.
Good is never evil. That is a true story rule,
you can bet on it,
because life isn't fair.
Think no evil, see no evil. My side won.
My weapons are not mortal, I know.
Once fooled, once ready,
I know
the trick is knowing good enough to know
the difference,
by now. We are mostly post-
original disconnection beans being removed
at birth,
with that little blue **** thingy,
nigh on universal by 1948,
super bloom, that was the year, the pollen way,
say,
hey, see this singer singing home song long song
so
far away, way way way away
hey
---- dancing dust motes seen in sun ---
A scratched itch, if nothing more.
