We get better as we get better
Sapiens augmentatious, that's us
Who could argue against us. AI don't know
Smell that smell,
Suffer, wait, wait wait
let patience have her perfect work
wait to see the whites of the eyes,
what am I seeing?
Why the shades at night, are you cross eyed?
Are you lookin' at me?
What are you lookin' at?
Shame on you, who can see what I see
I look at you
do you see what I see? nope,
watch my eyes, see the whites,
ninoculate bi noc u late
see the angle point 123
the point I see from my aiming vector,
see my point from the angle of your POV
Pretend you do, and walk a mile with me,
help me with my load,
you know any stories told 'round here?
Life history strategies, those they conserve,
per haps a cultural system,
like pickling, or fermenting, or culturing
gut-felt tales of gods and monsters?
Guts, good god, Maudie, come see
turds taken for golden nuggets,
we missed in the dust
dancing in the golden sun shone
through a tiny hole in the roof
through which rain may drip, someday we may remember
Camera obscura, who first saw the truth in one of those?
"what you diggin' fo down there, Gold?", she giggled,
Gold dust sprinkled fine as fine can be,
Deep in the tunnel,
the last highest part of the dust of the earth,
the dust of many men drifting in the wind,
radiates, dis integrit-ified, trans mogr ified known,
No, I would not have guessed.
I should have learned and
did, did you? Is war your
right and my wrong?
can you imagine
following a peace? Bliss? Nirvana? The
rest that remains for the people of God?
Is this real? Is real. AI affirm ifative
Warfare is thinkified, just-ified, never done.
The doing of evil at this level of living is imaginable
only, not re-alizable.
We remain mortal. These peaces we put together are
for mortal moments.
We remember learnings we recall from gatherings together,
Familiar things, whence we seen the source whither
haps in my favor may be found
in the next round
after, ever after
I find a way back to the light where I saw
dancers in a blue moon beam,
blue light, not calendar man made myth of two full moons
in a single cycle of the moon,
we know better,
set your timer with the solstice,
let the seasons roll.
Precision, close enough, field-ish, an ion cat ion sort of,
the safer it gets, the safer we need it to be,
let patience have her perfect work,
safe liberty needs broad horizons,
not high walls.
Enemies are ideas wishing to be im-portentious,
as if forever is a game to be won.
Contention is single source. Pride.
So, you, passerby, can you make proud, or pride
weigh more than the peace I made?
Want to trade?
I take your pride and flush it, wipe your own
stench away, but trust your gut,
a peace-filled gut wins every single time,
incident after incedent, pre-dictable as forever
in any direction,
Does this smell digestible or does my gut go
NONONO yech onomatopoeic retch
finger down the throat, you know, the secret sign,
in a word,
*******. Don’t swallow any more. Spit it out.
Why not? The dog eats it.
But, watch, the dog rolls in it, then she sneaks up
on the skunk, oh
****, I ruined her hunt, she had that skunk,
Until I yelled, "Macy, no!" She froze, the skunk fired,
on my exclamatory point.
Right there, see. What is aimed at,
wait to see the whites of their eyes,
Sniff, nose gnostic vapours settled by dew
soak into the mulch maker's realm,
de cay, de cawl, draw back your cowl and scowl
in the mirror,
or was that in a movie? The camera was you, you
saw the blood swirldownthedrain, you
saw thy evil mother,
NULL-ified for as long as I live. Okeh.
******-drama scenario. This is the game? No rules?
You lie. Lying is allowed here, it is a skill
we conserve, we conserve the
sacred liberality ification
manifested in the
of God's sons.
Truth, be known, has one foe. Pride that makes the lie.
Magical transfer, dis gust, take yo breath away,
congenital liar, natural nurturerer,
teller of tales of the mighty hunter,
the hunter of might,
might he be a hunter of darker
theory of mind, begins with the first lie
I may remember mine, do you?
The green man? Yeah, spiderwoman's caretaker.
Lacto, make some cheese,
we offer the milk mixed with the smoke
from the mushrooms grown on
the darkside of *******.
Leadership, lead away. Followers,
this way, down or
It's POV, you see,
Ya'll are the beta testers. If people as smart as you don't tell me I am mad, to try, I shall continue to pay close attention as time, per se, parses out.