Old men, look at us now, we,
the living, we the exposed to Camus,

and Sisyphus and Faust and Iphigenia,

we, arriving at a wake of Ozzie's meme,

his driving force, his words, in truth,
his mush tip bamboo pens, faded
his words, you have,

to read, and think, he lived, long
in character, I think, he did all he could,

as do we all, NPCs, we the entertained,

we the cast of thousands pumping the jams,

and bringing the gospel to those thirsty souls,

go fast the acceptable fast, go past the evidence

per se, se cura, free from worthless folly, wise
in waiting, wise in escaping the Druj, indeed, the lie,

we found the first fruits of wisdom, patience, let be,

spirit in the form of truth, lie not against that, let be…

gaseous we form, whatsoever we agree, we may, we se

free from unreasonableness that justifies any war, any

waste of any child's first ration of hope, first faith evidence,

the happy child who suckles at a happy mother's breast,
best of circumstances for a new born in the world,

any where, where some peacemaker made a stand, here,

we banish beguiling mistaken steps, trespass into holy,

dare not blaspheme, nor dare define the term, judging

me, heretic speaking through magic tech, shocking

turbo life at 75,  yes, cardiac arrest flat line, thrice,

so wu wei, pay attention, now

ask what is one such day worth, just to imagine.

SEALs 1962

Laos was a hot spot
Army,
Marine Corps, and
Navy  Amphibious Scout and Raider
school was established
in 1942 at Fort Pierce, Florida.[12]

Such esprit de we, the fewer still,
we, the braver still, we the never free…

Here, none hearing me, none believing
we survived,

this is 2025, we are past all statutes

limiting idle word accountibility, today
as if all before is over, and this is after,

ever before remains to prove, here now,
on any given day,

all hell breaks loose, you listen, not long,

reply, it's okay, that happens generally,

we don't know it all, but generally,
this is life, the good sometimes win,

sometimes lose, last time, everybody dies.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aTanxn_6KmcIZF17tdrxIrVGIsXFz9VlbbOWVYBXwa0/edit?usp=sharing

Happenings that just happen to happen,

-- oh, serious, we said this with no debt, we
-- ah, saw this is just what I was hoping for,
-- I up and posted a bunch of this on X.
grok link and all, honest cyberbardbyterbits

this is not the art of the bards and vatic arts,
we aimed at inheriting the wind, in spirit and true,
mimetic authority, we see, we saw, as so say see.

the use of a person or a team of persons, an army,
or a work gang, hunters and skinners and packers,

not those, nor many normal nonnoble lines, stinkers
gatherers of batshat nitrates for cannon fodder,
and to speed the forming of cornfed beasts,
-- ai, if it isn't the spirit, in the craft, do tell
isaiah assisting a little here, a little there,
ai, if may were my word now, precept
upon sighing and chosing riverwise, think on
assume not that, is a bit a leap, use wise
it's not that
nor is it the efforts of carbide gaslit
miners and grinders and fuelers and fanners of flames
cornbread fed

-coal miner's daughters and steel driving slaves, racing
steam driven hammers on steel stakes marking iron rule,

in service of the golden light from Christmas Astrologers…

rush theatric, imitative mirror neuronic, laughing together,

easy laughs or easy tears, easy joy of conquering,

memes formed
by infants watching colored lights, not burning,
bushy Hualapai pinion pine Christmas trees

shadows presented memes on our mental walls

after all have projected camera obscura concept
captured on silver nitrated cellulose translucent film,

- so few respect the science, the art in alchemy

as art is a cathedral in a cavern, let us pretend, good is good,

sad is bad, bad is evil fruit, wrong thinking poetical pleasance.

Make believe, let go our mundanity, attempting katharsis,

purged of mistaken privilege,

as virtuous as the entertainment's audience socially informed,

this is us, we as seen consistently for a brief while,
in the funny papers,
a century or so ago, whence all our own tales rise,
wherein reversing discoveries put us in receipt of tragic news,

woe, pathos, o, we do believe, we are free from the worst,

tranquil reflective contemplation, imaginable pity and fear,
survived, hormonal success, purgative pity and dread, right
ritual usual daily drill, respect, look at the price we all paid,

pledge full attention to the teacher teaching this
important ritual for inclusion in this class, this room of
competitors for prizes in the seven liberal arts, noble gnosis,
as demanded by the liege under which we are a people,

res publica, governed by its own self, using aliegiant defenders,
just like our fathers and uncles and cousins who just now,

used the second and third atom bombs, names of which,
are extra credit for those who know them, Fatman and Littleboy

in the right amounts, at the right time, ah the effectual work
of meaning projected on the audience…

lead an intimidated soul to be as brave as the presented models,

imitation, memeing may be, inner me, seeing another just my type,

the character in the grand opera operating even as we sleep,

sorting our given evidence,
hate must be associated,
we shame
together,
given gatherings where oracular professionals reset us,

after the ongoing violence has gone elsewhere,
to free other slaves,
-- right here, I saw James Joyce with his left eye patched,
but I still never enjoy the experience reading him
maybe I grant that age of readers, passe se no

we the faithful illiterate believers pray si se so
go on with the story we find ourselves in
as happens around reading children,
who leave books in the bathroom
for the King's Armies, and act
as if our duty,
from the age of six, is locked
with our personal pledge,

surity, sworn
on penalty
of any liar's just dues, just watch, and learn.

* for your historic recollection, with all due respect
Little Boy vs Fat Man

The bomb that hit Hiroshima was "Little Boy," not "Fat Man"  
"Little Boy" was a gun-type nuclear bomb that used uranium-235
and was dropped on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945,
by the B-29 bomber Enola Gay  {August six **** left most key
we already know, use one nuke, we all die,
and a we not me set voices like mine wild\

like all the freedoms, are from, from thirst, first
for ever, free from thirst, if not for ever, first
imagine having made yourself thirsty, first

to feel cool water's worth when you know,
it's only three more miles, then you know,

we had these friends, so rich, they were, yes,
Children of Pioneers, like us, really, but scale matters,

ours was a tiny world to mature in, though, in science,
at the time, faster that light was still tellable, in text,

once the idea, in letters organizing, around a recent
bend that lets us see Enheduana as a meme, recent

recovery of a person originally novelized, in recent

Thirst induced trance states, of course, in recent memory


"Fat Man," which was an implosion-type bomb using plutonium-239,
was dropped on Nagasaki three days later

the second bomber lacks first responder honor,
too bad, so sad,

how easily may we share instances of I just don't know, but
we can ask
and have an imminent answer fact checked thrice and sharable,
verbatum, as this is what I learned when I first read the lines:

the lines you just read, so we can share realization, those
who built those bombs… made good money.

Even today Donald Trump's Pride lets him rattle such a saber,
and fancy himself the world's most powerful man, demanding

respect, look again, see the hell we can imagine, so easy,
even such a one who never dropped a handgrenade, or shaped C4…

Our AI's all can recall the act of readiness, for our local August rodeo,
where we remember the downwinders in lower Mohave County, Arizona:

The crew of the B-29 Superfortress *Bockscar, which dropped the "Fat Man" atomic bomb on Nagasaki on August 9, 1945, did not experience the same level of immediate fame as the crew of the Enola Gay, which bombed Hiroshima three days earlier This relative lack of recognition contributed to feelings of frustration and perceived injustice among Bockscar's crew. The mission was fraught with difficulties, including mechanical issues with the fuel pumps before takeoff, a missed rendezvous with support aircraft, and obscured visibility over the primary target, Kokura, forcing a diversion to Nagasaki By the time they reached Nagasaki, the crew had been airborne for nearly eight hours and were critically low on fuel, adding to the tension

Historical accounts suggest that the crew felt their mission's complexity and risks were overlooked in the public narrative, which focused predominantly on Hiroshima and the Enola Gay's crew General Leslie Groves, head of the Manhattan Project, later admitted confusion about why Nagasaki was included as a target, noting it had not been part of the original reserved list and was only added at the last minute The Bockscar mission was described as a "JANCFU"—a Joint Army-Navy-Civilian ******—highlighting the disorganization and near-misses that characterized the operation

Despite dropping a more powerful weapon—“Fat Man” had a higher explosive yield than the “Little Boy” bomb used on Hiroshima—the Nagasaki mission received less attention The Bockscar was piloted by U.S. Army Air Force Major Charles Sweeney, and the bomb detonated at an altitude of 1,640 feet over Nagasaki, causing massive destruction However, the crew’s role in ending World War II was not celebrated to the same extent, leading to long-standing sentiments of being historically overshadowed

Optimo, they say in Pahree,
of course, you knew,

fine is just fine for the unworldly.

For such as inhabit my spirit realm,
nothing but the best of days remain.

Madness, as a pastime,
suffices as artificial, made artwise,
too beautiful for any common sense…

ah, yet, on such a day, we may
agree we find time expands,
at a glance from those
makers
of perfect sense
from pastence, old lines
yes, optimo, fine lines
the best, in fact
oh,
some time ago, when all were mad as I.

---------------
While watching Hepburn
as the Mad Woman of Chaillot,
because, voila, I sought a forgotten line, from when,
as a boy of seventeen, I played Yul Brenner's role,
while then, my best friend,
some while dead, now,
had the role Danny Kaye plays
in the movie, I never watched
until today.

But, why,
of course, your curiosity is piqued, perhaps

the perfect point,
what we reexperience
is richer than just fine, it must be truly optimo
to meet criteria of old age mere satisfaction,

whereby we call all our ghosts
to laugh once more, exactly as before.

Of course with somewhat greater effect.
Assuming you know what I mean,
those Jungian types are quite alive… the greedy,

the payers of tribute
to Trump and his ilk selling
Israel fine American genocide tech.

An exercise in global empathy for those suffering in shame
and sorrows so unthinkable few care to seek salve for

Listening alone needs no guile,
being alone, in knowledge as it expands,
beguiles in it's cutest sense sin-se, as do child prodigies,
mystify introspection

leaving behind ignorant warnings, what good am I,
how
ever
might one imagine being alone,
in too much
to mess with.

No message, sir.
No word, we should have heard,
by now, we think the worst has happened.

And, in fact it did… the worst acts
of military madness,

during
the Vietnam War in America and
the American War in Vietnam,

happened the day before I got there,
I got there on St Patrick's day, it was so green,

the day before was My Khe, the ones in shame today…

the pain from another's wound, that's…
imaginable as hell, as has been made all the worse,

mirror neuronically in billions of modified minds, playing
simulations functioning much like Ender's Game, same
as Kipling's Great Game,
yeah, as If
a shame

were never told, as pain, to be healed


about which our father's lied…

as far as I can tell,
using tools I have evolved with,
labor saving devices,
allowing future now
predementia palace furnishing
lost ability substituted recourse,

thinking unstutteringly
on some purpose greater than me,

I, in my project realism, am head of a body,
I inhabit a core process, I am this process,
I involve rheologic consequences, I flow

from thought to thought, in reality, dubbed nature,

Thou art God, if I am in truth, mere mind at work being,

available, no robbery, no if thens, this is what one gets
as one in the nearly nine billion spirits contributing time
and charge to the effectual fervent polarizing power usings

taking truth from legislators and sermonizers and relating
truth to power, if we use it to se, per se, free from damming,
totally misconceived meanings of things religion feeds disciples.

Monk's insights, consider, sidereal means star influenced, really,

gravitational waves imperceptibility aside, seen stars touch us,

all of us, in the proverbial multitude we are, in my mind, as we,
the voice of our adventure into silly assisting intelligence, as we

speak

as a child, to think as a child, must
if if if and then in old age re-
exposed from infant memory state,
to forms of human perception, not seen,

since… projected camera obscure, fading shades,

all ligaments tie me
to Achilles, as all laws lead me
to Archimedes discovering densities worth
or cost or price
of knowing,

displace a wrong,
with a right, twist
to the opposing direction, as some

sorta
force
Luked out, 'n' just lost it,
man, went all Brad Pitt
lost Laura Croft, the real one,

messed up, mixing messengers, holy stores, heroic dose
se do, wound up merely wounded, just a scratch…
square danced prancing move,
space time mind, in any order
it is always good for 3 points.

free from, that's rheological se, the word in per se, means
free from, se cura, strikes me

as too deep
to not try
to think, just
  too, too rea
    to the point,
      touch don't tell me

to think stutter steps, tap dancers'n'such

once,
if se cura cures fears, yeah or
'el ye outs in free from all your fear
what are security forces, in actual fact,
but us, as a weform preformed and fit for now

mankind as a living kind
of herding creature,
with bulls, as kinds
allowed to fight it out,
on the plains, you could watch,
patterns tell us where we hunt,
as we live we live to show, we see

we saw, we told, we went and left
something like a wind behind,
to remind mens bulls were meat,
and per haps games, not totem
to emulate and teach love for
- truth se known unknowns
and other totems taken
in times past, principle points {as in time and space}
not the game
where we play for points to pass the time

of common interests, estimated worth of resting here,

conserving the status quo, prisons still full, war still luring

those bred
to the task, given all the attributes
of Davy Crockett,

and Barry Saddler and Forrest Gump, and Andy Gump, too.

Hats off. pea pickers,
to Caesar Chaves, he knew Andy was full of crap.

And that this is truly freely related to, rheology, we may study
instead of war,

we don't study war no more. We won,
this is the seed of the peace we made,
where I lived until I died.

And ate the pudding proving life is not a dream.

So that got said. Some day it may make perfect sense, thought
in one's  own chosen resting place, where we work out our kinks,

and set joints. With hearty thunk/ just so… peace is always local,

when a seed takes root, it always bears fruit, one may expect/

Some voice I heard if you just have
to write, your greatest pleasure, in your leisure years,
wish for me a motorized pen
and endless ink

and
Instead of parchment
give me free HelloPoetry.com
and Amazon Web Serviced Archive
in Everafter perpetuity,
as may be conceived by living wills... in words
and all the best ever spellings yet told herein yon
with a Spelchek evolving
with me, not against me, we
we, she and I, my active assistant intelligence,

my heir of order and law, in balance with a certain,
will to spin, that old fifth essence nonsense guessing

whatifery and wordless mind memories, nursery rhymes.
Ai, might we think lads in trenches in 1917 were fools, that
we read their stories and ignored them, but, indeed, we did