Engulging dull gen-e-rational
curses from the last of the old to die
for the lie,
nessecito - guard the secret truth,
divide the knowing, good and evil.
Teach the children,
organize the engineered future, according,
tying, linking, thinking wedominionate, ping
CR disappears, as an action in reaction to ping
before the end of the line, on the first iteration
of my magnificent word processing machine,
****, woncha remember with me, not so long
ago - there were few, total few, zero
who had the where withal to do, what most
10 year old smartphones can do in a city.
Or along a trade route, major arteries of commerce.
Wireless Fidelity, High Fi- taken to the future
by virtue of infinite differentiating
-ping to correspond
My fingerprints differentiate me, for what that's
worth
appraise the role of one of my kind, with such skills
in 1858.
Infinite progress, with no regress for consideration,
who do we think we are,
who do we act as if we are,… my link to a living
line of my innerbeing, who I am from core to crust.
We, mortal readers and writers of thoughts,
code mode, readers,
- entertained by comparizoned boundaries
- bottom line, profundo mundus, mental
- novelty threat to global trade
- imbalence valence slipping
- on rolling ares, arrest that man
- he waxeth strange
odd
random reason, aitia cause and accused,
silly simple some, greedy grand plan for us,
this we
of me and thee, one with words, one with minds,
one with many
rediscoveries, little things, one must ignor, or else.
Nor must one image, to imagine, words alone
bein' in and of a current opinion, as to how why
is so seldom right, at first glance. Pain is a principle
price we learn to pay, in tolerable increments,
no pain, zero pain, is as if
- nowhere man, and the fool on the hill,
- were figments of shared imagination, to a few
- who remain from the
you cease reading, and this ends with you
hanging
from a thought with no words to hold it, long enough
to pierce the depths of difference
so slight,
least heat, zappa child reflection from an outlier edge
point to living in a living desert, see
we learn to live gently, walking soft. Stepping gen-tle
Knowing my time, and the ether-real or not network
tying strings to my fingers, reminding me of knacks
I was given, so when I came into my full potential,
I might function in my role. A bit of this we, of me and the
other people.
Sure, I left a trail, my neesings are frost on the deep,
see, a trail through a trial,
a time in a covideonic mind, unimaginable, a week ago.
If you were in that number, 3.2 billions, in 1962;
then you were included in the transition to now,
without your will being considered, the cultural
norms were fully functional,
once more, order rose from the chaos of industrial
excessive progress toward the wardening of all
mankind, wombed and un, and otherwise minded.
All settled then,
we keeps some accords confidential.
Scoff the co-inspiring reasons for fear.
Abhor evil,
live free/
you get the idea, I get the glory, in the story/
confidential assurance, you know what I mean?
What is the watch word?
be very sure/ steady solid seeming grounds
for contesting truth,
with reasons war uses to this very day,
to lead the innocent to rage.
Who, in ever, has lived as we live,
if you can read this line,
you are empowe'ded with tehkne, knowledge
harnessed and put to the yoke, thro
ugh
the exageration station into all in all.
Meandering rivers of white space where
edges promise what feels like falling, every time.
--------- eight line bit
bytes of bets you once imagined making
I bet the whole world laughs at me, and then
I said nothing.
It was very funny. At the time.
What do you think happened?
Did they die?
Did the audience disappear as soon as we looked out.
Standing out, salient aspects of personal being,
recollected for resorting
to old ways, where good is, yet, even, smooth,
as silk from the looms in distant lands, with dragons.
and mist
and mountains only fools wish to climb.
-- Well, here we are, in the middle of wars
and rumors of wars and proven plagues and famines
feedback from the whole life plan, we paid into
from the gitgo,
gone to reason with America, at Guantanamo.
Gone to wrestle with an ancient will to rule the world.
Meet me in the middle. Infinite Jest. I did read,
Proust and James Joyce, I did not read, but judged,
from a time in flux, filtered through the new
world order,
We, the Americans, become the other people.
The innocent standers by the mainstreet at Disneyland.
Gnost-algia, Anacin hammering on my medial frontal
shell
controlling nada, zilch, meandering along old synaptic
trails trial runs to the edge,
imagine we imagined we jumped the snake river,
wearing our Occulus, in June, of '22.
Who can forget an Imax experience, really,
when you remember your first flight
in the right seat,
sitting on my Daddy's lap, I was that little.
The first flight above clouds.
Look at now,
look at this, us, as readers reading type
set as
thought, really, only code appearing in letting
lines letting lines form rhetted fibers, combed and
curled in natural twists, to reaffirm the function,
give us skin for skin/ made for shade, where
water is for us, to live
and have our being.
------------
Ignoring the cost, the man of leisure, the gentled
old man, the quitter, the walker away from the course,
settles all final bets.
For nobody bet on my horse, but me.
Of course, I had no horse, and that all stands to reason.
I am at the end of an era of errors, compensated for,
with vegetation, once the idea life had was
manifested as a sea of green, when seen from on high,
valleys, gentled, settled valleys filled to form the soil,
when the mankind mind is made up to know,
come hell or highwater,
who can hide the truth through put in functional code.
If it runs it runs, play the game.
Think, of course, when in the course of Human Events.
We are all involved. Me, as one among the 3.2 billions
alive in 1962 who brought forth fruit.
Multiple interests converged, in time. Each with its own
reason to be considered, cosmical influent.
Story wise, since ever when the fewest variables
variegation currency worth valuation
-came to our attention,
that is the point
to the order in which organized systems developed,
occurrence…
- living in knowledgement, state of sci
- =
the birth of the wombed man who did become,
science und wissen und kennen-wise, become
mother of all mankind.
Mito-mom, we say. She is as Eve, or Pandora
or Lilith or
Objection Orientation, east is where the sun is
in the morning.
I am thinking, in my easy chair. As comfortable
as can be.
At the moment, instantly in prayer, are we as ware
as we were
once, we knew for the first time, in our reality, we
who and whom, with all this room for individuation.
Consider modern ants, consider the meta-ant,
and the eco-system that has developed it,
the global transport, spreading the functional
universal aspects of earth's will to function
as one point within the scope of mortal minds
where we become the last staged event.
And we all get together, to close the show.
Re reading Wonderworks. Living in the library.
