2020 -day 84
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
8:55 AM
Seeing wrong,
seeing all the light available,
swallowed
in the shadows.
The unknowable turns believable.
Seeing monsters made up of
fears, non knowns, and warnings of what if;
how does the seer ever see
the absense of
all that never was
appears as real
is now
visible in the light of day after tomorrow.
Expect, see, out there, ex-spectate, wait
what if this all passes
----
Meeting death in the barren market place,
this old man insisted on standing, to see past
pasts claiming causal friction grows slicker
sticky corruption shorting
utilities to
ground us.
{about five hundred million functional on-offs
fit on the silicon in a single grain,
a finite grain, in the finite sand, FYI}
pearl essence,
a layer of lacquer on a rough cut stone, a single
granular bit of silicon,
not sand, not silicone leaked from cracks and cleavages.
Real natural sand, minus the dioxide cubist shapers that
seem to hold silicon in three-d even
inside an oyster gut
flat silicon surface
formed via imagi-tec-hative prognostication of holo
grammatical
bubbles shaping spheres of pearl essence
in confluence forming skin
where once were
flat singlenessities,
little ships of life,
leaven,
from the forest floor, ripples of life,
only rational circles and every thing was as simple
as pi and Bohrian atoms.
from 1905 to now,
orbiting electrons is how most folk explain
chemical electricity,
and some try to say gravity is the force at work.
Wisdom first, as a force, knowing, sci itself comes first,
by any name you claim you know but can't say,
for fear of the power in such names, no,
for fear
of the power that makes such words, magic words,
words only magi-techs can utilize
safely in low light conditions,
layers of little lies, such as the evidence chain
back to the idea of taking, and using, perhaps,
God - big g, all emanations and flavors 's name in vain.
Jot that down. Yod heh heh heh
here, have a sound track for the battle being set in array...
Don't Fear the Reaper
40,000 every day, la la, la la la
-- blue oyster cult mythic edge of sixties band
rock rollin' music for happy sisyphus fans,
who find links to Camus in Covid 19 news, oh no
knowing growing must go on,
we eak out a spurt of
pearl essence, this could be slippery,
keep your balance, walk don't run, listen we
survived, there is no guilt in that.
Nor must we do more than mortally possible, to believe
this life is temporary, at best.
consist, insist, resistance is futile, tiny grain
irritant emanating signals
so smooth, so full of potential beauty
in this light
The Government keeps secrets. True,
some secrets are needed,
for the order to pre
vent chaos of random chance which
we all know is reasonable.
We have wars to protect those rights to privacy.
We've a right to hide our lies,
I vote no.
and as one in eight billion, on one plain
I pack a canon
with alchemical clues to choke a horse
Suppose, this is the way truth works, it finds
knowledge boxes leaking facts you are
Not allowed to know
you know,
you may
but
if you wish to know more
{WA watching unbelieve
abilite able say go or amen, or so beit is okeh, any
action provoker -- ask ask ax that's the word we was lookin' for}
we don't care
we
are the keys to all the secrets locked in words
we are free for the learning,
we mean any thing only if meaning was intended,
some idea thingy do form ative umph
sorts us from the stream, in a pan, swirl. slow sift
spread see the gleam
ef
fect af
ter affect of effectual fervent prayers, if
you can believe that.
My sci phi fantasy slips on some unknown
substance of things unseeemly bang
my bubble pops and here I am again
earthbound and sounds of
jet planes leave lines
of reasoning to wonder if nothing is separate
from anything at all.
All being posed as the ever, in
eutopian success stories passed via trans
dimensional possessors
of certain skill in tongues and interpretation,
not to brag,
but muses play a major role in arranging for
tri-lingual translations, listen
some very strange people must be kept alive.
Look around you. Why the fervor to preserve
old boomers who ignore cancer warnings?
I can't say.
I don't know. Ye, Gads, I'm one of those...
raging,
at the breaking edge, the raging edge of
ever after this. A world alive in beauty...
squirrels are cute, I have some in my yard, right now,
there is a reddish one, with beige eye-liner round
white-less eyes,
nibbling green shoots on foxtails I am dreading, while
wondering if they ripen to hold fermentible grain,
just in case the worst you can imagine happens,
and I need to get real drunk.
Look around me.
Nothing missing, nothing broken, no need
appears when I speak of the devil
and focus on the worst that
could happen,
no need revives
save remembering to breathe and step outside
when the rain stops.
Spaceship earth is listening,
these are the legendary interesting times.
Seals have been broken, and the breaking seen on tv.
We matured after allathat. There was no boom,
life haps in bubbles, at the bottom
of the final metaphor.
Knowing used, expands bubbles, and as we
encorporate
all we know, in video and so on, we signal
all we have ever known, we got the message,
this is our answer.
