Life is smarter than **** Sapiens.
I bet.
All in, autotelic influency swirly moves, turmoil
shaking up the royal authorities holding title deed,
granted by God, they all swear, by law, God makes kings,
using priestly authority passed on since Peter, most assuredly.
Middle minds, ones on no one's side, unbiased, unbent, just
good for goodness sakes, granted grace
to bet right work's sake artfully
aspires to spiritually weighted
familiarity, inspiring
sleight smiles.
Attention concentration, centering
formerly completely incoherent points
right where your most valuable focus
aims assisting imaginary morality
x change from gold apples
in silver settings,
for fitly spoken
words… re, re means do over, right,
rethink re-al re-adjured
"to put (someone) to an oath,"
from ad "to" + iurare "swear,"
init run… nutec new tech old ideas
classic
kings and priest responsibilities,
NPCs at the
edge o'they Barco Loungers,
pre thinking the turns in the car chase,
believing that Mustang did that landing,
boy o boy, gotta wanna have that power,
best Ford ever, until those 68 Torinos
428 Cobra Jet V-8s, those were no ponys,
those were stallions, and I put a hole in one,
just was not looking, on a run to the hospital,
with Plastic Nancy, who came with Brian, who
lived in Flushing and knew Bill Levy with me, we
who went on to grand adventures against evil, we
defeated, laughing
to our selves, Arthur Lee wrote the score,
Love,
it was adventure,
of the highest sort,
out of conscience calmly settled,
at life's edge, Life's Stigian Phrygian shore,
south of Bullhead, east of Needles, Arizona side
of Riverbend, where it all went south, that was 1966,
unrelated to all of this,
this is b-roll… just in case,
never can tells just so happen, to be so easily told.
To have and to hold as if the one holds the other,
it could just be, we got old, and we remembered how.
It was likely all thought out,
ahead of time, before we thought, we ought to plan
on living to the end, until we think we must be dead,
to be ready
and, having planned so far ahead,
we had these extra days added on, by chance,
once, we died, near a team of trained resurrectors,
lo', imagine me, Socrates, looking Plato in the eye,
and laughing, so we classically consider, from a noble,
never slave race, as were the Pharisees, or so they said,
reportedly, we are seed of Abraham, never were we slaves,
as a whole, no doubt, the whole enterprise, the spoken vows,
the solemn oathes, the claiming of redeemer's right, mine,
my shoes are off
to the games designer, the shame is ingenius,
my greeting, Phi, del, I test, Phidelitus, first token
of our cognition,
see, high holy richer than Midas, maker
of fissionable material
actively radiating a future
with energy for every little thing you do,
Love it
and Leave it, American's, citizens born,
to mediate metamorphosis,
who's using your liberty to conserve whose fortune?
Lucky me, cashing in all the unredeemed time spent
touring the M&M stores at all Disney destination ports.
]]Album in the back ground, Love, Forever Changes [[
Music and lyrics by Arthur Lee.
A call and a raise, one reader in seven days, that's enough...
