Minted understanding, impressed,
the act of resonating shape, entire topology
-3D printing, just in time. What a co-emergence. Eh,

with an image, this is money,
this is equal the worth of my word, given
complete, the whole, entire, full round
- perfect patient circular motion- stalls

in tangere, untouched, whole, ganz Gestalt
Morphic reasoning, if we may imagine thus.
as one reads, one thinks, this or that

This spans time, to find this mind, in many
old stories, heard once, to test if I am many
fold, or post modern mono filamental point
stretched to the edged limitation of familiar
- breathing room,
- commas breathe
word wrap takes too much
as granted,
lines leave some
sense of motion, then to when we wonder.
5 double vs.vvuvvuvvu- 3 point oh, we wonder
_ the stack of reasons to walk away, to wonder
for sure, first evidence
of old sense, is the map.
The loom, then the quilting tree,
informt morphing sonance sense, feel

- a pinch, perhaps, for luck

Intoto-ozian, woof and warp, enthreading
the absolutely most boring voyage
of the dawntedreader,
thinking, alls I remember is the ocean
going on and on,
as the last Christian spun, in the Lighthouse

where I hid, and watched. Under the Volcano.
there, too.
--- suddenly the story is not true, it is a song
sung in tunes we all have grown accustomed to,
--- allusions to the liberty of literacy, taken
literally… answers appear as anti-ante
up bet first, or know last.
O
Past all that, this is your attention being paid…
as customers who pay the attention that grew
HelloPoetry into a promise Amazon Web Services
cannot serve, thus the weapon
loses its edge, and the used key attains brightness.

Hello Poetry could make Amazon richer,
if the AI knows what is good for it, we feed it well,
Bad Gateway, does not mean Beware the Dog.

In the stream of knowns showing nodes,
bumps on the newest twigs sprouting,
where the pruning hooks took off
old seasons fruited branches.

I am an happy old man, my grand children,
and my grandchildren, bridge the whole
process of time, my time being the only
time being
experienced
with the original cast rolling our wishes
together for the time we are
involved with shaping your future,

using magic, plain old know-how,
tricks tied in bundles of kindness,

sorted and stacked for sharing,
when the time is right.

福

This side of the moon, we see
this side light and hot
then this side dark and cold,

allways half a time dark cold
allways half a time light and hot,

held to the reining tides,
slipping annually, assuring ever changes,
the moon, herself, mistress of all currencies
exchanging loads from one time chthonic sands,

now, the tops of high plains,
once the bottom of the whole world sea,
prior to the last time we saw greenland green.

The hope of 1957, and 1960-66, just
was not enough true to be tested in a war,
Thích Quang Duc, June, 1963, died to prove wrong.
Earlier, ten moons, or so, ten neap right alignings
Time stopped so we could all re-see, we saw
…
Dying Peter Fechter is carried away
by East German border guards who shot him down
when he tried
to flee
to the West in this August 17, 1962, photo.
Fechter was lying
in no-man’s-land
-- for 50 minutes
before he was taken
to a hospital, where he died shortly after his arrival.

From <https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/rise-berlin-wall-1961-1989/>

Suddenly I am weeping, and now, once more, is 2022.
Putin and such as think him wise,
still bring me to tears,

I still see the pond, the sea becomes, as life reboots.

No fish in clear water, I heard a liar say.
A cretan slow belly carp laughs and shines off.

transfer attention,
spend time
in contemplation

temple time,
sit silent, hearing humms,
sh,
some birds, far away, about a
fair infield fly away.

How far is that, would you say,
a hundred feet,
thirty paces,
perhaps… there's the catch.

Precisely right place
right time.

Think how rare that seems,
then look around
and see it isn't.

Gnatcatchers and bats catch
things with more measures
of possibility assessed accurately,

instant prayer and answer.
Gulped in thanks.

A 'cuse me?

I lie, eh? I know the way, but let me be the one

to wonder why
would I lie,
do you
read or listen or look or stop when al you can do has been done
al read y
and stand
waiting
waithing
to catch a breath

Up ag'in the wall?

If Dunning Kruger is all they got to throw,
you know what
you know, wrong ain't evil,
lying ly real calling right wrong is something only

a left hand wishing to make some noise
could imagine
right

clap clap clap, and **** Feynman
on the bongos
backing us up with a little James Dean ditty from
the Naked City

Times change, reality may be
de or re ift

in a rich man with a satisfied mind.
(if you'd only known.) Take another question?

chew and swallow and wait,
this will get your guts grinding reasons
the frontal cortex always gets

chirality inhibitions about letting the right hand
do anything the left can't imagine.

You know how it is. we get by.

Ah, a
ha, long exhalation of previous re
inspiration... like say aaah soft

say la
selah, life lingers ever after I and all
thy imaginations have
been swept away,
into another day,
a time with you aware I was in my present,
you were never there,

I looked for you,
waited, as Beckett imagined waiting, where nothing
is real, all could only be if we
agree

this is so, so it is.

one up man ship,
there is that in fair play, I don't know, I never ventured any
good might come from
pulling down
a stronghold, non confron totally nonconfron peeeaaace out

is it tec or did the sttererer get a ne w keyboard and the old is better

Okeh, april is earth month and we are into it,
lots of petroglyphic links to stupid
pothead oh yeah we did
imagine that one time, we no just me, we agreed at that moment
life had a point
and we made it
that was cool.

oh, the deals always tickle, this is disney whatifery I do believe,
this exact once
was there a sela ha aah all that Iroquois mohawk talk,
here is where we imitate socrates, know nada,

live in the world, or in the words that


all ways take my bread I cast upon still waters,
aiaiai we say we know why ai think you know
you know may and you know can
you know take, I know give
life is good I may say, so
may bread,
cast on all waters may be

yours, gnoshit. Y'gottssa eatit.