Only, Aitia tells us, she who claims
credit in the annals f'good and ill,
claim and blame, remaining both
cause and effect.
Fectual efforting securing hope to evidence,
edification using squared and plumbed walls,
Luther's vision of the mighty fortress, Oral's
Christ 900 feet tall, not knocking
on the U.N. building, but holding
the financially afflicted
threatening to flop
City of Faith Medical Center, vision,
not apparition, Magi distinction, imagined
an image seen where only the imagination
can picture it, whatever it may become if done.
The Media mocked the vision, for being mental.
The Ecclesia mocked not the ancient seer's art.
The Faithful mocked the enemy of such prophecy.
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Uncle Toby spared a fly.
Ben wondered with one resurrected.
Who was the one in Wittgenstein's bottle?
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**** the pesky rotters.
National Myths are sacred.
Allegiance before education, insist.
- peace planted from good seed
- **** to one is mustard to another
The economy of war,
the ecology of psyche maladaption
re developed fundamental certainty,
family safety, reliable local forces, home
feeling, full smile face felt at the recollection,
where the heart is, always, was the saying,
home, is there, at the very centermost pillar
holding all any actual hero stands under, bowed,
as Atlas actually holds up Uranus, the sphere
of heaven, from the inside, one must imagine,
from the old told tale
of how the Greeks agreed,
what to **** for, proudly
about the fickle pride
of contentious gods,
we become an aggregated immovable force.
Boom it's 1995, and Newt is teaching history.
Wall-builders Ministry, believing Ezra, yes,
who struck the deal with the old tale, yes,
we can serve as middle men, Nehemiah,
has a cadre under oath to the city, yes,
Jerusalem, since Melchizidek, we serve
the unspeakable name in which we trade
our hearts and minds for the hope of glory/
And all the money in the world, or else.
Dystopian Peace pass, hard climb,
milk and honey on the other side.
Id-entity
I'd imagin'd e'goes,
we'd say, or coulda said,
suppose we got a super ego
I am.
Being, we all agree, we
are, collectively imagined weforms,
whatsoever we agree to, and reality
confirms, ever where we look we see,
we have at some point past agreed, it's
this state, inner and outer, seening using
mortal impetus and wondering what if it
is perceived as proprioceptive, where is now
at the speed of thought we use to read
at a distance, spooky, single point per-
fection piercing all we ever infect
for war, inflaming the pierced
weform superior I, plural I,
we all respond, and I, and I,
we can take the land, ah,
we have imagined that
just and right, same rights used
to take away the buffalo, and make
the top soil blow away, just a hundred
years ago, many lifetimes, just now, not
yet so dim a product of proclaimed rights,
opposed, by possessors using first claims,
ignoring earlier infectious pride methodology,
to make believe, be sure your story
cannot be denied, be very sure,
your worth, on balance, trial
bit by bit, against the weight,
of a Morgan Silver Dollar,
sure, who could not throw such a dollar
across any river in Arizona, any little leaguer
who made the team, even some who didn't,
so what if George Washington did that, we
all could, but who would?
A silver dollar back then, really, who would
throw a dollar away?
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Take my time, for yours,
use it to think some more
little lies, little foxes, cunning
creations of the collective mind,
loosed on mission, to spoil the vines.
Preventing sour grapes or sweet, suppose,
the nonsense can be seen as animation,
the symbolized reality seen so easy,
we live long after shadow puppet operas,
we live in days of Slime Rancher and D&D,
we live future lives, using literal magic, letters,
as I write, I know, I think cognate thoughts, same
as you, my unseen reader writing at tensest instant
as we converge in gaseous weform, mere words, once
upon just such a time as this, a holy sacred secret got
out and about in the Zeitgeist, via paper based media,
from Pergamum, the library there, where the evidence
was, ah, was, and if we knew now, what we could have
known then, as it ever is, we wistfully acknowledge,
ignorance serves to balance innocense, knowledge,
itself being likely that which your holy book forbids.
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Tiers,
terraced gardens,
told of to desert children,
first feel the letting, feel ef said,
effing effort letters feel form said,
as my momma read, to me, a story,
about a flat-bottom boat, on a river,
and I imagined that it must have been,
a good winter, for a river to float a boat,
with a good dozen men in it, but, as a boy, 'y
biggest river I ever saw was the Sandy in spring.
Tractors crossed it easy.
Well, dusty old memorabilia, tech too few kept,
100 meg Zip disc Bernoulli multi plane read writes
Holding the work of many days, months, years agone,
decay from inaction all the coherence gets unsticky
at the tensest instant, when the servers were down,
down near the base of the race to these weapons,
of mass construction, messaging face to face,
angelic, in spirit and function, letting letters
form words instantly transmitted and, if
we wish to, instantly translated, and
then, we slow, go into thick thought mode,
sticky wadded up threads of all we thought,
ought to have
known, having been
shown, this is the way…
'e, eh
says the spider to the fly, oh,
no,
Ich bin Wittgenstein, kommen Sie.
My duty to the muse today. No pay, just a pleasant way to roll with happy Sisyphus on the down side.
