It’s Late (Forward to all my poems)
Trump Musk feud has been entertaining
today…”all the world’s a stage”, as was
said. “Clothes make the man” also
Shakespeare. I want to write more to keep
the party going on this quantum merry-go-
round…nothing I can say will improve the
Hubbel Constant theory, or any others, no
“trudging through vast Arabies of hot meaning”,
children, we “just numbly don’t get there.”
I repeat myself because the truth is always
the same. Wanting to understand is Homosap’s
biggest problem that has already been solved,
but, “Don’t ask: ‘What is it?’ Let us go and
pay our visit.” as was said. Quantum portal.
Buddhist meme.
Oral culture/ancient wisdom.
From here and back, a Hobbit’s journey.
The opposite of Japanese tourism.
What life really is I can say that because
I live in the valley of the flowers a real place
and it’s true what they say.
I pledge allegiance to the flag,
and to the chisme from which it sprouts,
because reality is a construct, which is why
you feel you’re being pulled, affected, involved
because of a stimulus of words you read.
Imagine that.
Kinda fun, really, Art as life,
words are mantra, vibrations, really…the
Big Note…
and so on.
From here, I’d just be repeating myself.
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