This Wednesday
From Tuesday, just now.
Lines ago, I said, Yesterday, {Email from VA}
Subject: Afghanistan, let's talk.
-- no warning --
The awareness of a name for a feeling,
makes it a syndrome, if you think of complexes
as being made wadded up maps to the mean
the mean that makes ends
meet points
unbelievable, if you trust my construed wager
anchored at my person cpu gravitated center
to the completed equation
and
Dirac's unsatisfactory answer.
- so-vest, my ruskie battle buddy,
True rest, under compaction forms trust.
This never ends mentally, live with it now,
or bet I'm lie, wind of death joy of the unjust
And your god is unwilling to prove me wrong.
- wait, wasn't we being a we,
- consensus, we, not just
- me and you, but the we idea
join us we are muse-fed senses poets claim
when we approach the tongue no man can tame.
We have a place to play with minds intent on
finding why wizards were ever imagined evil, by a child.
I never once imagined a Wizard -a true ward of Wisdom,
so-vest - invest a guess, where the story arose
evil wizard, familiar spirit
there are these, saints, some use as a term for the type.
Nothing missing, nothing broken,
starry sky above me, living books within me…
Rabbi, where do you live,
come and see my library, it fits in the palm of my hand,
you can take it home with you,
oh, yes, we agreed/ I think
this is now in between, whenever there is
one and one there exists the state inbetween being
all in all things separated inbetween each is inbetween all.
And the walls come a tumblin' down.
Siloam, not Jericho,
something there is that does not like a wall.
The idea is mortal poetic guessing, true in some sense,
yet cellular life testifies something,
in here, loves a wall,
on spaceship earth, our only home,
that we all mortally know, knowing
neither mortal Jesus or any mortal Mo-
hamadascherian veil weaver,
ever saw an Apollo-loco --
much less
Earth from an Apollo mission,
one image worth
many mucho words, millions, billions,
ha, se, the gist of justice is weight,
what balances-- se, no se --
your pro gnosis,
personal attention paid to life tokens,
be brave, take a guess.
What is your attention worth, if long trippy rants
never lead to useful conclusions,
from time to time.
I cried in 75, and I cried yesterday. Liars send boys and girls to war,
liars only, for any old soldier knows war is senselessly evil. We can make peace on BAT at a time. ha. Brave Browser pays BAT for time on HelloPoetry.com. This is the future.