Old man nods, say on, we know where it goes…
Thanks be to each.
And every redone dance, right-ual usual
slow to near selah, float
farther from the old choir chanting
"row, row" the ship of state,
state your busy ness, what good do ye?
look who is talking, look at you, good news,
eh, what do you say,
welcome,
enter in.
Smiling Spider Wombed Man, hands you,
a kite string,
you feel the lightning and pause,
gasping, perhaps,
at may being yours to administer, as master.
By leaving certain rights common,
dirt minds may find them left behind
as educations process progressed toward
collectively minded individuals,
pragmatic "***'er'done" team spirited,
broad shouldered men, guardians of story
key verity, verily, verily so.
Three gated mysteries, of course,
magic is but a lost art, for art's sake,
alone, each hermit learns, or lies and
interprets the scene and setting as proof,
see, imagine
this, Xanadu or the court of little blue men,
be cool if cool is need-full
be hot if heat is need-full, see the needs as equal,
each has a mean oppositioned,
on all the othersides, yours, mine, theirs.
We, the living, practically may remember
each aspect of everything we found meaning fully
hot and fully cold.
As a part in an ancient automatic click
to the thermo-coupler,
spark, let'say, a billionth
of the lightning bolt, at scale.
McLuhan could have co-known this, before
I knew it, I was watching Goldie Hawn,
and the forgotten other girl, ask,
"Marshall McLuhan, what'er you doin' down there?"
Fanning the flames, my dears, fanning the flames.
---- at 2:39 one day, in the autumn of 2022,
a raging thirst prompted a deal to trade ice cream
for gator ade, for the electrolytic
little gut critters.
I'm so dry, I
know, I justabout justaboudid all I came to be,
that once,
in those other stories, cameo, me, I imagined that,
Stan Lee, man,
you got me thinking ifery or else otherwise, and be
****** if it did not work.
Hell was never a right idea, it was intended, to keep,
a certain standard,
folk art, or hauteur pop yergnaught
Gold is only good in connecting mind and matter,
we evolved to live with mercurial switches,
flipping fluidly according to tension,
in time with the tune behind your
time
to make the donuts dream.
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