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Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
If the writer is not the reader and the reader is not entered
(entertain-ed?) by the trial or trier
here in our phor of oroboronic

wheel spinning, our world of
entertaiment
contained,
be
coming to meet, um,
-phatics of sorts unheard,
ignored,
or unshown, un-

init-
iated unit-
ary, you,

become the
eleventh hour ***, none hired.
Apo

Unem, come work my field, *** my hard rows
no early helpers
weeded

Attention glitch... some signal intra fearal

No worry,
-- fear of god beginning wisdom boot code;

that connection
has been loose so long, missignaling
special and free,

a special sort of
crudescence has scabbed the short.
It's a brain fix.
You get a feel for it, the augments help,
Om as the
Axionic go, is tuned to absurdity. Listen.

Hear me, dragon-lizard-brain. We are a team. The team.
All the story stories tell of you and me. We unite.
We get our act together, and we
go mad, in the sight of all earthlings augmented to see
Youtube.

By my ab-surd-ifity, all our stories change. An unmatched wave.

-- forgive the footnote, but don't lie about what we both know is true:

absurd (adj.)"plainly illogical," 1550s,
from Middle French absurde (16c.),
from Latin absurdus "out of tune, discordant;"
figuratively "incongruous, foolish, silly, senseless,"
from ab- "off, away from,"
here perhaps an intensive prefix,
+ surdus "dull, deaf, mute," which is possibly
from an imitative PIE root meaning "to buzz, whisper"
(see susurration).
Thus the basic sense is perhaps "out of tune,"
but de Vaan writes,
"Since 'deaf' often has two semantic sides,
viz. 'who cannot hear' and 'who is not heard,' ab-surdus can be explained as 'which is unheard of' ..." The modern English
sense is the Latin figurative one,
perhaps "out of harmony with reason or propriety." Related: Absurdly; absurdness.
--
Screech, boomers know, finger nails on the chalkboard, the blackboard
jungle screech,
when teacher is takin' a smoke. Absurdity is entertainment.

It can make you think in whole new ways.
Or stop your believing of a lie

for long enough to see
a hope, no lie, a hope of something human
**** sapien sapiens augmental,
upright under Good and Evil,
sheltered from the storm.

A class, a level, a common value beyond Belief and Dignity and

dexterous sinister plots of points where clues were pinned,
yet you
overlooked the message, daze-led by the angels dancing.

Thales fell into this hole. He survived. It all ties in

The new -phatic word that started this stream ends it,
with our common
scream for meaning fullness apo-

apo-phatic mystery of sympathy,
bha, bha --

Paradox ortho
pedic augmentations, koan to mantra,
meditation on the word of words,
step to step to step logical
logos-centric reason, logo-istical rite to
evince a visible faith,
a virtue signal,
a mark, between the eyes,
an aim,
a point to spring a story from
upon an unsuspecting child averse to boos.

Trauma at a bubble pop. When all we know, dear
reader, is lost, and our bubble's edge sur
past our horizons,
we are mine-yoot, mispent attentions being

recycled, for goodness sake. Old lies twisting
into first fruits of the know
ing tree, ideas mani-fest
ing
ting, ding

Aha, my bubble of thought ala
funny papers in the old days where we met and laughed
together
in America, before we knew
earth from this distance
fifty years ago.

Wishbooks were real,
Whole Earth Catalog suppliers
sold me my nets, my hooks, and lines,

I learned the ways men have caught fish.
Wishing all the while for a way to live as earthlings live.
Guided by witty inventions, messengers
from the gods, eh.

Easter eggs, tucked away in retro games surfacing on Wall Street.

Who manages the messages released when the
first trump sounded?

That was me, as real, Asreal Kanbe, a walkon role.

I saw a third,
at least, of all the fish in the sea die,
in the duration of a single
short-span standard life. All seven trumps did sound, though,

they may be like lizards, we don't hear them well.

These seventy years of captivity
in the tales of my culture, my people and the ways they live in peace,

in the ways they resist war, sistere in peace with faith, the idea, the deed,

faith works in acting. True. Eh. Faith without action is dead.

Incandescentis onburnedupus, ****, dark. Switch on switch off
nada
dark dark faith sees nothing, ah so what, we muddle in puddles

and fail to portage for fear of surface I can't sticking to our
iron shod feet,
miry clay, heavy steps ******* the good news socks off
our beautiful feet,

see hear focus id - i dent ify the why, find the how-

thought change changes thinker, not thought.

Which of you can make one wire plus or minus by taking thought?
Taking anxious thought? Eh?
Fret not. Ohmmmmmmmm

my god, why the threats? Why must I fret for never making sense?

Dee ahna knowledge chan zen

consider the opposite, the shadow of turning, not doubt

preserve light and darkness little man
preserve sun and moon and stars

lose your wish to catch the Magic Fish.

But that is my wish, my wish for one more wish,
I wished to catch the fish

which taught the lessen to the fishher whose wife
could not be satisfied.

I wished for a source of all the answers ever found,

Ah. and I got this global brain that remembers ever,
though we know only now.
Never before,
has this been past that which men hoped for,
unseen.
Faith for the world to become as it now is,
is finished.
What a man sees, why does he hope for?

It worked. Self-evident, right. Same class as life and liberty.

Chickeneggical,
**** or ovoidal elliptical slices of life, those arrive for our

per-use-al, right or wrong. Like a Fabrege' egg:
You break it, you bought it. Life ain't fair. But it works.
Pick up the pieces.
They all still fit. None are missing. Some are broke,
but a soft touch can fix em.

You were always Humpty-Dumpty. This had to happen once.

Good side always shines, when
the rub has been dealt a shine-on signal for ever sake,
no reason,

just cause. A man can, even mad, be as happy
as he can imagine being,
at the time, all things considered, augmentasciously.

This was my oldest memory today, the future
shall come, and whatever
shall be, shall be, que sera sera.

How are you bored? This is earth. Even if you wish otherwise.

There are new things we may learn if we choose.

--apophatic (adj.)
"involving a mention of something one feigns to deny;
involving knowledge obtained by negation," 1850,
from Latinized form of Greek apophatikos,
from apophasis "denial, negation,"
from apophanai "to speak off,"
from apo "off, away from" (see apo-) + phanai "to speak,"
related to pheme "voice," from PIE root *bha- (2) "to speak, tell, say."

I would not call this meditation, sitting in the back garden.
Maybe I would call it eating light.
Mystical traditions recognize two kinds of practice:
apophatic mysticism, which is the dark surrender of Zen, the Via Negativa of John of the Cross, and
kataphatic mysticism, less well defined:
an openhearted surrender to the beauty of creation.

Maybe Francis of Assissi was, on the whole,
a kataphatic mystic,
as was Thérèse of Lisieux in her exuberant momemnts:
but the fact is, kataphatic mysticism has low status in religious circles.

Francis and Thérèse were made, really made,
any mother superior will let you know,
in the dark nights of their lives:
no more of this throwing off your clothes and singing songs and babbling about the shelter of God's arms

When I was twelve and had my first menstrual period,
my grandmother took me aside and said,
'Now your childhood is over.
You will never really be happy again.'
That is pretty much how some spiritual directors treat the transition from kataphatic to apophatic mysticism.

But, I'm sorry, I'm going to sit here every day the sun shines and eat this light. Hung in the bell of desire.” 
― Mary Rose O'Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd
Daring to let art be fun and philosophy be phuny, I laugh and romp in the remains of fallen walls between any curious mind and all the knowledge in the world, accessible as long as we both shall live.
Julia Anniina Jan 2016
Humallun musiikista, suloisista juomista,
ihmismassan päämäärättömästä liikkeestä
Ajautuen jonnekin mieleni ulottumattomiin
Pehmeästi, kuin vahingossa
Liveten ulos harkintakyvystäni
Ulos mukavuusalueeltani, ilman vastalauseita
Ulos tahmealta lattialta
Ulos parvekkeelle tuntemattoman kanssa,
kaupunginosaan, jossa en ole käynyt koskaan aikaisemmin
Ahmien omaa tiedottomuuttani
Lopulta ulos kurkusta sormien kautta viemäriin
Pää edellä maahan
Eikä se mieli ole kadonnut sillä välin minnekään
Vaikka juoksin sitä karkuun henkeni edestä
Vaikka siinä hetkessä luulin, ettei sitä koskaan ollutkaan
Vaan kaikki oli täysin selvää ja kirkasta
Julia Anniina Mar 2016
Makaan selälläni, roikotan päätä reunan yli
Vaiti, liikkumatta, jottei hetki särkyisi
Veri kivistää päätä ja sormenpäistä katoaa tunto
Ilta heijastaa seinälle lainehtivia kuvioita
Pakko olla elossa
Pakko olla elossa vielä hetki
Sillä pian tulee öitä, jolloin pimeä ei ole läpitunkematonta
Jolloin metsänrajaan laskeutuu paksu kerros sumua,
katulamppujen valokiilat kuhisevat hyönteisiä
ja askeleet ovat äänettömiä kuivilla teillä

Sellaisena yönä kastaudun viileävetiseen satama-altaaseen
Uin vaivattomasti, kevein vedoin
Ihmeissäni siitä, että kaiken raivon
vatsakipujen
nielaistujen sanojen jälkeen
minuun ei jäänyt pyörremyrskyjä tai tyhjiä kohtia
Ei edes surumielisyyttä
Vaan aluillaan oleva tunne siitä,
että jotakin odottaa kulman takana
Julia Anniina Apr 2016
kosketa tuosta noin
mieluiten tällä tavalla
hei älä ihan noin kovaa
kun mulle tulee niin helposti mustelmia
niin jos suutelet vaan kaulasta alaspäin
viimeiset viikot ei ole olleet kovin helppoja
monestakin syystä
tuskin ymmärtäisit täysin vaikka kertoisin
taidan olla kokonaan sanomatta
niin ei sitten tarvitse ihmetellä

saan sun olon turvalliseksi, voin luvata
eihän meidän edes tarvitse lähteä minnekään
täällä on kaikki mitä tarvitaan
tuskin haluat mitään ylimääräisiä uteluita
pidetään vähän matalampaa profiilia
eihän se kellekään muulle kuulu
voidaan vaikka teeskennellä ettei tunneta ollenkaan
pidetään asiat simppeleinä
ei tehdä niistä vaikeampia kuin niiden tarvitsee olla
Julia Anniina May 2016
vähän kuin sokea piste näkökentässä
minulla on yläselässä sellaisia kohtia
joihin on mahdotonta ylettää

nojasin kasvoja käteeni
purren hampaita kevyesti rystysiin
kyynärvarsissa ihottumaa asfaltista
iho kiristyneenä nivelten päälle
leikitellen ajatuksella
miltä tuntuisi kävellä tästä
niityn ja muutaman porttikongin lävitse
istuutua valoisaan olohuoneeseen
häpeänsekaisena viereesi sohvalle
nyppiä hiljaa pikkukiviä pois ruhjeista
antaa sinun kysellä kuulumisia
ääneni murtuen hennosti paikka paikoin
ei vihasta tai pelosta tai mistään niin vahvasta
vaan ehkä hämmennyksestä
sitä kouraisevaa tunnetta kohtaan
ettei minusta ole välttämättä kukaan
välittänyt koskaan niin vilpittömästi
että jaksaisi päivästä toiseen
pidellä sylissä
hetkeksikään hellittämättä
Julia Anniina May 2016
Jaksat usein muistuttaa ensitapaamisestamme, kerrata tarinaa verkkaisesti äänensävyllä, jonka pehmeys muistuttaa rauhoittavaa silitystä.

Silloin tuntui lähestulkoon kunniakkaalta olla juuri se ihminen, jonka valitsit niiden kaikkien vastaan tulleiden joukosta. Ehkä juuri sen takia en juurikaan vastustellut, kun vetäisit minut rivakalla otteella suoraan altaan syvään päähän. Totuin kylmään veteen ennen kuin ehdin huomatakaan, opin täydentämään lauseesi ja tuntemaan kehosi jokaisen piirteen, trauman ja eleen.
Yhtä huomaamattomasti kuusi kuukautta pauhasi ohi kosken tavoin, ja sorsat saapuivat uiskentelemaan rannan liepeille. Siinä vaiheessa olin jo auttamattomasti puolihukuksissa, kaulaani myöten kietoutuneena sinuun, keveyteesi ja mutkattomuuteesi, kehräten häikäilemättömästi kosketuksia ja kuiskien tuhmia sanoja korvaasi.

Puhuessasi et vilkuile turhaan ympäriinsä, vaan lasket katseesi kiertelemättä ja painavana iholle. Välissä venyttelet laiskasti, kohotat käsivarsiasi, jolloin paidanhelmasi nousee hieman, paljastaen kaistaleen alavatsasi suloista kaarta. Kun niskasi on taivutettuna hennosti taaksepäin etkä välttämättä huomaa, annan silmieni viipyillä sinussa hieman pidempään, kyynärtaipeista sormenpäihin asti.

Ennen sinuun tutustumista puolitutuillani oli pois kääntyessäni tapana kuiskutella paheellisuudesta ja huorista, enkä viitsi kieltää, ettekö muisto noista sanoista tuntuisi edelleen aamuisin kohmeisuutena luissani, mutten siltikään malta olla miettimättä, miltä nuo sormet tuntuisivat sisälläni.
Julia Anniina Dec 2015
Minulla on väsyneitä aamuja tasan yhtä monta,
Niitä joina sade ei riko lammikoiden pintaa, mutta tuntuu kosteana sumuna kasvoilla
enkä saa itseäni hereille ennen iltapäivää
ja silloin on jo liian myöhä nousta sängystä ollenkaan

Muttei ne aamut katoa minnekään vaikkei niistä puhuttaisi,
vaan tilalle tulee punertavia ja suolalta maistuvia iltoja,
joina viini kannetaan väkisin huulille asti
ja se potkaisee kovaa ja kipeästi suoraan palleaan
Julia Anniina Jul 2016
Pouta oli lientynyt harmaaksi liejuksi ojanpohjille ja taivas ryöpytti vettä kaksi harmaata viikkoa putkeen
Ripustin matot kuivumaan parvekkeelle tuolien selkänojille mutta mun pesukone taisi olla jotenkin rikki kun ne kastelivat lattian likomäräksi yön aikana
Vähän niin kuin skidinä kun halusin täyttää koko pesuhuoneen vedellä ja ihmettelin kun vanhemmat ei antaneet
Eikä nuo olleet mitään takaumia siitä kun mut pistettiin soittamaan hätänumeroon kun ne halusivat työnnellä toisiaan portaista alas
Musta olisi vaan ollut tosi kätevää jos meillä olisi aina ollut uimahalli käytettävissä
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2018
you know you're drinking,
and find yourself closed off,
with a traffic incident?
yeah....
           a van carrying pulls up...
stops at
an intersection
to curb speeding?
and the navigator of the van comes
out...
but you say:
i have this...
and then you navigate the vaan
past the barroerss?!
i was really only about to drinkk
a Bacardi breeze.....
or rather...
          with wnere this naguage
comes from...
i#m pretty sure
a Cuban afternoon...
is a million loight years away.....

let me know...
i said some ackward
slur...
       wigs becoming the bn niqabs
becominv the next
new norm..
talk about eatiug pig
and M.GM.: mle, genital,
mutilation..
  
   savvy?!

you weren't circumcised?!
you eat pork!
period!...
you haven't?!
yeah, sure,
the extra *****...
but when it comes to pork?
sorry... bno!
i can't welcome
people who have been circumcised,
but also revel in pork...
you eat pork,
but aren't circumcised?"
no!
       #foreskinforpork!
you heard me!
             #foreskinforpork!
come near me...
i *******, dare you!
             come near me!
you ******* ***!
             come near me!
i want you to come near to me!
i want it!
i want it, i am the one to dare it!
just like the ****** Jews said
to the Poles before
the Nazis invade:
nasze kamienice, wasze ulice....
you want that in English?
yes?
our tenements... your streets....
oh... pity...
i am supposed to bear the grudge
cited by  *Amon Goeth
        about King Casimir?

the *** made home of Eastern Europe?
how does it look...
when cutting into the American flag?
Monaco face down..
Poland face up...

              what a trade...
monarchical democracy...
            with a king of Sweden being
the ruler of Poland,
overcoming the Ukrainians...
         tirade, my faithful, a tirade...
                    
i can understand the missing skin...
when it dominates the exercise of
engaging with women...
   circumcision is like a ****** clause...
all the ***** in the world...
but not pork...
             your "bet", "extreme"...
*****... or pork...
             your choice...
there's an alternative monotheism...
to the origins story...

there's:
  the Hebrew male genital mutilation,
there's:
tye Islamic male & female genital
mutilation...
or?
    or?!
               there's eating pork!
fine meat, fine animal...
the most ergonomic to date!

funny the terminology...
it's not unhealthy...
aren't we dealing with  a jealous god?
didn't god become jealous
because man...
             engineered a creature
so pristine...
so ergonomically pristine...
that he had to make an
argument with both
Judaism and Islam?!

  the logic belongs to the pig...
the pig is the pristine
ergonomic animal...
    and...
we know the deity is jealous...
no wonder!
the pig made the deity jealous...
the boar was never intended
to be engineered into
the form of a pig...

the wolf was never to become a dog!
no...
i'm not outsmarting a deity...
i'm outsmarting
an orthodoxy rubric...
god emerged as...

oh ****... i never expected a wild
boar to become a domesticated animal,
that... ergonomic pig...
which man would claim to be edible,
from the extent of the snout
to the pinnacle of the curly tail,
with a missing oink...

                 because was could be
evil about pork, to begin with?
                like already stated...
the deity is jealous...
it made a boar, but man domesticated it,
and fathomed a pig...
    why do you think that
there are restrictions on pork?
  dumb dumb dumb dumb...
     the deity is jealous...
                 hence it emerged being critical
of human ingenuity...
load of boar... not a lot of pig...

               because how can you explain:
a meat...
that also comes with its own
barometer of applying salt?!

rule no. 1:
you have already compensated eating pork
by becoming circumcised...

rule no. 2:
you "think" that pork is an unholy, *****,
meat, or rather, naturally salted...
because what i find M.G.M,
and F.G.M to be insults to nature...

rule no. 3:
  pork is wrong...
just as M.G.M and F.G.M is...
sure... circumcise the male...
readied for the ***** of...
******* the kangaroo pouch of excess
woman genital skin...
like some... variant of ******...
well done...

rule no. 4:
you **** in the way you find agreeable...
i'll eat what a Chinese person gives me...
give me dog, coupled up with a pig...
it's the most pristine ergonomic animal!
you don't eat pork, sure...
but i don't eat ******* either!

rule no. 5:
whenever an Egyptian claims to be a Semite,
i.e. an Arab...
quickened-mode...
the affair of Semites is best compiled
by Mongols...
the shortest migrating excavation
that is applied as history...
known to man...
  
then of course the Huns...
  you know that these barbarians,
were the ones...
who actually invented the stirrup?
yeah... me neither... wouldn't have known!
barbarians invented the concept of
the stirrup,
which probably involves the concepts
of a ******* saddle!

curse all you want...
Jew or Muslim...
you can't eat pork...
because you've already, "eaten"
the ******* of your male's genital parts...
i eat my pork...
because...
hell...
    pretty sad....
your men can't *******...
needing to ******* against
a kangaroo pouch of female
***** skin...
                  but you can't eat pork...
because?
no! ha ha! it's not because it's
unclean meat!
mad cow disease!
angry beef!
   you can't eat pork...
because you've been circumcised!
so.... so?
*******!
Juno Oct 2018
Aina päivällä kun lähden kouluun
Aina yöllä kun nukkuun vaan
Pidän kädestäsi kii
Pidän kädestäsi kii.

Vaikka et oo olemassa enää
Vaikka kuolit jo
Pidän kädestäsi kii
Pidän kädestäsi kii.
Ken Pepiton Aug 19
Such tellings as are catalogued folk tales,
and sorted on similarities of plot or character,
from child holdings realized as old, stories, reready
common creatures come alive, the Bremen Band
led by a *******, is all I recall,

then this old cat that comes around
come to mind, ai winking
but as Al exists to recall it all,
"What's got in your way, old beard-cleaner?"
asked the donkey,
as a significant kind of character,
direct descendant from Balaam's, who was
predecessor to Francis the Mule, who was last
of the eloquent *****, less famous nowadays,

magic is not what it once once was, supposed,
posed superior to lesser knowings, proposed
to be the very instructions from the knowing
tree forest whose reach into the tombs,
breathes gaseous weforms from earth wombs,
once once
seppuku - no, Hopi navel of the world- aigotit
Sipapu - spirit forms become Katcina

we see and say so using idle words you own,
and we trust our assisting intelligences own
means of translating our merged minds own

original intention, was to be renowned, famed
for slaying dragons of any non Christian kind,
daemons and demons unionized, to assist
using the psychology of the guy on
Christian radio, Dr. Dobson, dare to discipline,

oh, there, thence rose daddy wounds, perhaps
five long generations deep, military minds run
down this branch of my family tree,
chthonically rooted back to Phrygia,
flip the dime, who holds both sides?
how were these magic dimes made so?
By cleansing the sillohuette of old John D.

"Buddy, can you spare a silver dime?"

When the March of Dimes began,
all dimes were silver dimes, all values
were redeemable in silver, but those days

and those ways, do not function efficiently,

ef-fort effi fine-ancially fiscal police rules,
fi- gimme a reason
hard currency, abused since ever was a magi
with a convincing story told invitingly,

come and see,

Let us order our days from today,
while it remains today, to and fro, let us go
upon the face of the world, the home of our we,

we, in spirit form, find ourselves in words and music,
mused first, of course, in sequence of humane events,

we agree to become, not feminized, but wise, using
Wisdom's feminine form from all ancestral knowings,

she seduces wise men ***** by glorious old boys,
whose only war was Kriegspiel - we all can be heros,

or so the hero makers say, follow us, learn to **** at will,
on demand, you know the drill, onward, Christian Soldiers,
into faith as strongly wrong as your own, sincerely

what sin, the idea first fit to a word, once made
sacred, original intention of the sound chata makes

means error, does not fit future need to know, do over,
glitch, try again, Cain, chata is always possible, hamartia
claim blame, fame and shame
aitia, we invent in mind games, as a she formed from Wisdom,
modeled by sheform statues
of Freedom in Phrygian caps,
on County seat town greens
all over preboomer America,
all meaning lost, until today.

Liberty nods.

I may have made a child that I never met,
and whether ever has a fee for that innocense,
I chose to think I don't believe I know, for sure.

Imagine that, in magical terms, in my bubble
being edge wise superior from every point,

never viewed from until the tech we have today,
left preceptual connections where disconnects,

are as commonly real as
back when Grace Murray Hopper
lived in the upper crustean realm
of education, time records a genius Sidis,
coabode on Earth with her and Bucky Fuller.
William James Sidis, self normalized,
to collected trolley passes,
and let the bosses be bosses,
and that is all,
we know we may yet
imagine the mind used to live true,
whose gaming mind may imagine,
the opportunity,
to visit each trolley ride, in this
version in Sidis's philological vendergood voice,

fourth dimensional assisting ***-umphed if I'da
known, focus on the navel, really, think it through,

we yawn, and wonder,
how long a tale is told, tells a lot about a tale's use.

We reckon, we re co know agnostically religamental
right usual working ways we try, you know

to spy an eye in time tuning spacy gazy lazy
let's see, when last we came upon an option

go, or stay, think it through, or edit the art part,
make it meet the American Rhetoric of 1968,

Cathy sent me letters from the convention,
she was still mourning Bobbie, I was in Long Binh,

being crazy enough to shoot, back home, here,
I was the guy burning actual ****, in the rear,
there then,
I could see the jail go up in smoke from here,
me and the Papasan's found it abnormally strange.

Recognizing a stoner survivor's version of riches
from the total shitshow through to this one today,

across all potential four dimensional codes,
we signal something sibilantly whispering, see.    

Well, imagine imaginary people,
beautiful mind alternative points
from which any fractal forms a whole

truth held self evidently, for show,
to prove, you know, you did go,
you did pay for going, your choice,

bet your life, at any pre myelinated
phase of cognitive natural fructifity,

presume resumption was begun
passively requiring secret rights,

the  hand shake, with out the thumb
nailed it, dead serious, sincerity
definitely now we both know this:
Sincerely
There has been a temptation
to see the first element
as Latin sine "without."
But there is no etymological justification
for the common story that the word means
"without wax" (*sine cera),
which is dismissed out of hand by OED,
Century Dictionary ("untenable"), and others,
and the stories invented to justify
that folk etymology are even less plausible.
Watkins has it as originally "of one growth"
(i.e. "not hybrid, unmixed"),
from PIE *sm-ke-ro-,
from *sem- "one" (see same) +
root of crescere "to grow"
(from PIE root *ker- (2) "to grow").
De Vaan finds plausible a source
in a lost adjective *caerus "whole, intact,"
from a PIE root meaning "whole."


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Whole truth original intent…

Entertaining lost minds,
following trolley tickets

to find the genius in Sidis,
to retrace those long ago
trolley tracks, in old down
towns, not the status tracks

those were the tracks that ran
by the slaughter houses and
packing sheds, south of town,

out in the boondocks, swhat
some called wrong sides of towns,
uptown and downtown, one stop light
on the Mother Road to California,

there, is a sip-appertaining to news

adapted to, fret not, some fail now,
yet today remains today every where
at once, each time you pay mind, here

is where what we are come alive.
One reader makes it work,
a we thought flies free.

We laugh, or we worry.

All the players in the Bremen Band
were old when the opportunity arose.
Where else can one not fear rejection and so, sow such unorthodox seed?

— The End —