"divisor" poems
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.
ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,
skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute,
the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,
Kitty. a ***** Sixteen
you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight
—beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour—
whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.
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How many complete pathways of choices are there?
OR
How many choices are left to achieve completion [!]
Either offers an accurate divisor into the number of possibilities "n" roughly at whatever is the above determined level which is a power called "m". n^m, roughly...divided by either the # of pathways or the choices that are left [!] to completion.
Either divisor will serve by ridding us of duplicate iterations of over-multiplied possibilities inside of roughly n^m.
Put another way, simple estimations of "n" at the indicated power level do not recognize that
1) more than one path arrives to a conclusion;
Nor do simple estimations at indicated power levels recognize that
2) apparent particulars from which to work toward completion are actually not different particulars--half of them are double counted at the level of being two choices from complete due to the dimensionality of the whole becoming complete.
So the impact of having a divisor is strongest either when:
1) working toward completion from levels that already include almost all dimensions of particulars or else
2) whenever operating at low levels of power which have only a few pathways.
Estimations of possibilities are easily too high if not considering the adjustments for cases 1) and 2).
These are for occasions of having more than one possibility.
However:
The number of complete outcomes that are reachable, divided by all choosable pathways = n/n = 1 .
Or else, any one outcome chosen from its penultimate particulars through to completeness = 1/1 = 1 .
Thus,
Singular possibility is by definition, complete, whole, created, ultimate, and embraced in all of its dimensions. It is both one easily won and/or one, fully, dimensionally itself.
(Whatever is not and is not divided,
or, is nothing left unchosen
= truly naught and something not found = 0.)
Sources: Closed dimensional choice paths (the geometry of the powers depicted) and Pascal's Triangle
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 5:50 AM UTC
Mass or morning; the new detection panel
of six Jewish artillery summaries to see
blonde ***** and married boxes invaded
by the empty strippers while painting a
firearm from the shadow of dawn with
police dogs to the beloved mother of the
Western window, shows showing mistakenly
calling the furies, bears get distemper
enough to scratch the thin skinned
Australians while the planet's emperor winds
up leaving women by admitting only
to getting a ******* in the museum, the spell, |||
the flesh, the color, the skin, the sensation,
the adolescent kisses under the side of his father
In general terms, my oscillating lover
keeping the pain abroad remembers
his hostility towards Paul's assembly,
there are enough trees on the corporate website.
Perhaps the Jews who ****** the tongue,
the fog and the drawers in a book of dark images
were prostitutes who were abstract yellow devils.
That fire engulfed the whole building,
saints on their knees separated by the "Eve"
to paint a divisor on the order of a dog
that is right since it is on the rise in the breaking
of the police to speak of the public to believe
that the mother of the beloved of the living God
of matter was thrown onto the United States
of America in the division of the person
of all time as we warm ourselves.|
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
another diurnal marker attained,
but no one will be issued a
Boy or Girl Scout badge,
an unverified few will remark,
"this is a day that counts
my halftime voyage
circulating the sun,"
but detect no
other difference tween
day prior, day after,
and will let the passing thought, pass into the fibers of their
existence, aling with the millions of others that humans create,
then let lay,
absorbed into their uncountable,
uncollected collective
but it is the divisor!
the median mark
of a year,
and the world Earth
will be however old it be,
plus a half, like some of its
inhabitants
to be X plus a half,
is not an indifference,
a halved year is
better than no more years,
a solitary tear
still marks the moment
of a moment,
a refraction pointillism,
to reflect a passage
so treat it
not!
with
cavalier,
but go off and pause,
in a quieting places within,
and think,
I am more,
greater than before,
and with grace elevated
will complete my space
occupied on this rotund,
robust earth,
and
be thankful for the embers of
oxygen in and ex
ha(i)led,
greeted,
stating
this breath next
is an opportunity,
and will spent it
usefully
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
~for all of us, we wee
musicians of language~
and Moni Nichter
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neither linguist or musicologist.
not scholar, not student,
these are not my attributes,
characteristics or skills,
not a confess, just a blessing that wasn't mine to receive
perhaps,
if in my meager possess,
there were a skill, overlapping yours, intermingling,
*(do you hear the music in that word,
the ding-a-lingo-ing of "intermingling"?)*
could be, maybe, the heated flush one feels,
when cogently-new-knowing
a patterns of recognition
evolving from the daily oceans of sounds,
sound waves, waves upon waves upon waves touch~clashing,
that traverse, transverse, our collective tissues connective,
upon crossbeams that support our
consensual commonality of senses,
in whatever language and culture
we primately, or even privately, inhabit,
this
overlapping, I love, I cherish, I take,
to this music with/of lovely words
*(do you hear the waves
in my brain, the words I know, washing ashore,
leaving the wet sand,
that's are the building blocks that we all own?)*
new words washed up yesterday,
"new scales of language"
language,
the great divisor,
surely, many of us have experienced the
helplessness of infancy,
when we travel to another country where
we are helplessly stranded, shocked by our inabilities,
when senses are blocked by the
scales of language that our brain cannot
iterate, not even once…
a new music, a new scale
I pulse with excited fear,
new music to learn,
how came we to be so blessedly challenged?
nml. 10/15/25 a progression
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC