Forgery

I was forged in a star and forged my identity

the first chance I could you can imagine why.

Samsara, the world we live in is a forgery, but

let’s not talk about that now.

As a forgery, I try to be honest, it’s the least I can do.

If people are constantly jumping to conclusions, that’s 

the way of the world.

But, let’s not talk about that now.

I’m hearing mourning doves, like in Illinois, like the

first time I came to Mexico…memories would be

good enough in court, good enough to think they 

happened that way. Rashomon, by Kurosawa, 

tells a different story, but let’s not talk about that now.

World changes, that’s for sure…whatever could they mean?

The internet is burning up with theories, evidence real and not.

Things are happening we never would have thought likely.

There’s so much to discuss, to try to understand, to talk about.

But let’s not talk about that now.

It’s all a big myth take, a big mistake, a case of mistaken identity,

the fallacy of misplaced concreteness, a magic show, a dream,

a bubble of consciousness we can’t hold onto, can’t hold down,

can’t keep in place because it’s a fluid, not a solid…”I am a verb.”

As  Fuller said….but let’s not talk about that now.

I’m making this up as I go along, BLNTATN.