Legends are stories told as told as told, as long
as any sense
feels the tug. Eh, what's on your mind?
I dunno, what's on yours? Hmm, am I double minded,
of course, science is clear on the bilateral dialogical inception
in the real world of science and recycling natural processes
evolving on the same idea as time and space.
- branching out, as from one neuron receptor toward
- another new idea, that just
- occurred as you were breathing out,
- do that again, think it feels like pigeon superstition…
Bird brain ontologic, BTDT the symptoms once called senile
imbecilities- logos uses severed from any aim at all,
just for enjoyment
making peace a thinkable once upon a certain mindspace
morphing wave of recoknowns taken long since
as sacred secret knowns, all sealed when the final Tanach
was closed to any private interpretation
"Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the
earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?" WW
feels familiar, lying devil. Whole raft of traits long registered
as one of those familiar spirits, an instant in reality
lust to know will to learn,
that zips past attention right into recognition
so it feels
like we have had this talk, different words, perhaps, but
these ideas, we have thought these same words perhaps
and now time and chance has this little bit match that,
and we admit a flood of mere… MERE the measure,
wee bit more than no account, merely a mention,
AS if ie whatifery, not likely, ify, de-ify… why certainly,
we all have some point in now, how else could you read?
By my faith, hey? I wager wonder,
if you pay my worth, am I richer for knowing in advance,
like insider trading with Famous Amos for recipes.
Wally Amos and Walt Whitman thought by me today, a little bit.
