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.