Now a year.5 later,
I am, not yet, more than I imagine.
What I do Is all that must be done,
no less, but only
my part, my talent which I have not,
if the parable is taken literal,
those talents in the tale,
those were money,
Deify, make a god
de-ify, make a truth. Yep. That, de-ifing,
I do that,
think of the oil in an engine,
slippery, slick, smooth fluid
rolling with the explosive ****** of life.
I breathe, being metaphorically,
I feared God and kept his commandments,
and thought sure I saw a wink, but
that coulda been a gleam, a reflection taken
by my eye
to my hindbrain, a single quanta
of leavenish light from what the seer saw,
a gleam glistens, I think I see what Mercury,
the message, the medium, flowing twixt yen and yank,
Vibrant un abrading wave bearing grains
of matter smattering to the shore,
immaterial to the wave,
where the power's
listing not lusting,
air-ish heirily, heir of the wind, I go...
winds list whither they will, always
the path of least resistance,
Any thing that refuses to fall,
whether it bends or not,
under the push of the pull,
imbalance of heat, twixt air and sea and land,
the circuits of the wind, ventilator of life,
****** into hated vacuums
over physics forced channels,
dammed by mountain titans eruptioned,
fractures in the firmament, formed
back in Peleg's day,
as the turmoil settled,
aftershocks, still, winding
currents formed chaotic energy cells,
swirls to hold
lower pressure pushed by high,
the life force of a planet, broken and frozen
and fried crisp,
if it weren't for air.
but surely, as my friend Ben said,
"we live on the wreck of a world."
Life adapts to living, medium message.
Desert dry silicon
dust rides winds pushing its owned way
into places where...
There's the rub.
That's my part, at the moment,
Here, right here,
is how I know.
This moment is real. You dear reader
make it so.
Imagining there is no hell,
but on earth, as in heaven,
as a man thinks...
you know, I think that part never broke.
Don't lie, don't fret. Wait and see.
or watch and see, if you are the proactive type,
either way, don't lie about the seen and done.
And don't believe lies, about things you've seen and done.
Listening to Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning, and comparing my tracks. And I voted, that was hard to believe it could make a difference, but it did. We the people do have power, to each his own.