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I can stop myself, I am under no pressure
to conform,
to be sure, I seem naturally alone,
I think more clearly with the magic pen,
it is all magic is, easy to use, once the knack.
Letter use. That's the knack,
take these blocks, did you never use blocks,
the very best way, blocks and songs,
and friends,
maybe,
not to help you build, but to see you build.
Sound held in letters,
let loose from the mouth saying sing it now
sing it
with me, next time.
No time, no functional conjunction with the main
thread, we maybe stuck in a dendritic split end.
I should stop and regroup, I will signal dead-end
at the next turn.
--- Switching tracks, find the hand that works,
use it, as if it knows where each letter lives, and pulls
it full formed in type.
And should any older love for kerning and leading,
linger as if ought had gone from the life in the letters,
when every thing became Times or Helvetica,
for all the difference it made, in the words themselves.
Meaning set, surroundings, ganz environs, toto re
ality as all in real already,
read it again, the signs in gut, relegate, read anew,
the old ties to knowers and showers of knowns,
fire is easy to display, Zarathustra held it in his palm,
any school boy can do it, on a dare,
and the one who knows the trick, need not say.
I know, I know.
Acknowledge truth, in all thy ways,
and watch your steps be guided, as each step
moves you past now, and then, to next step
perennial holy days, set aside for recollections,
who did we tell our children is actually in charge,
?
and our culture sold all its offspring to be shaped
into citizens useful, as required,
teach them to learn,
then let them learn to make a life, or live the one given.
meandering downstream
