Location, local focus – earth inward from the edge

zero, or more, on a
plain flatness of out
from in
as I turn faster on
from off,
as the medium I float in
flow through pipes, con-
do-itity conducting fluid thought bits
emoting pro-vocation

does it feel right, no pain, or urge
to burst the sure bonds of flesh, reminding
carnal caged rages, acting
as knowing presses, signals
for sense fection, per
made up per-
fecting grace
reconcilliato

as I glow flowly finding next

waiting in patient repose, nextifity as sure
as any now from any then,
whisper wait, wait
as seeing comes in time as all that matters
takes shape.
Here, her, hear.
her.
Here used as a word, merely, a word
among all the words ever used, informing
you that I am with you,
here, beyond the container your flesh represents.

deep can be far
from here,
on the surface
there is a face, no face like mine, a face outside
mine, mirroring a grand design, suggesting
here is flat.

– as a facet forming
– some wha’thing,
– a bit of wo’th
– a praise, wo’th a kiss,
– fruit o’ my lips.

——- sections,

as in a pomegranate, seeds
-pome pome pome-
spitting image

Living flow of nothing known,
called of old,
poetry, and mostly thought as waste
of time others could use to make
dead dinosaurs and melted
communication cables
useful
for current living worth making,
in an attention economy
thinking is the thing
we think, we provoke.
Riches, con no dolore.
tabula rosa,
new line in time, budding.

Yes, I see, this could be so,
just a moment,
if you agree;
for, we were reared to make a living,
using time well
to reach the rest
after all the doing done,
settling on a southerly shore, thinking,
making use of fluent time’s common bends
and cataracts and broad flood flats affording
crossing
here to yonder and beyonding being when
I reach
your side of this divide.
I can see no shame, no guile, there,
your gentle knowing grin.
This is where we begin.

Any given day is the distance from now
to night and the rest we ante up, part
cipitation – part capere, get a grip,
gentle thumb and pointer,
holding t
spinning thread from ten trullion

fibers if possible ifity whats under it all,
do not flatten on the heights of the depths
to which we feel we mostly
fell. Accidental.

Included diamonds are neverclear…

from the last drop of tinctured everclear,

mmmhmm, I learned, laughing glad,
I did not get the discerner job at GIA, Gemilogical,
that’s a thing.
An anacronym, eh, initial letters holding
meaning only to knowers of the sense made,
a catch, a clasp, get it, hang on
Gems, as a mental construct… you make it up,

the worth. Then you sell it as worth that.

believe it or not… this single line,
reaches under the root of all evil and coats it
in white, myelinates it,
right,
well… when diamonds were not discovered
in the Bible,
this Jew, I knew, at the time, he shared
his discovery of this
left out ness.

hence, this chapter in the book of life
that you feel is about you but you lost
your sense
of up and down in the monopolar contra
I ran,
I ran into the Dreyfuss affair, and I was stumped.

Trees. Tree souls, I heard a poet scorned
for thinking, so later I let her drive my car, and
things she said, that one night
linger in my mind, when I wander in wasted thought,
sorting itself as if heaven
happened right
the first time I imagined this could be
the day,

we all make sense of the piles of idle words
stuck in unholy places that grew,
in the heart of the matter we cared to share thinking
trees know how to live a thousand years.

Thirty years ago, I am father of three. I get a job
interview, at G.I.A., while I am temping,
on a Starwars project bid at S.A.I.C.
— home work –
I had no way of doing then
— yet I do it now, intuitively, I knew… there is
a plot on the graph from the root… the mystery iniquitiy…

First though, Shipley lost the jewelry stores
in divorce and headed
to Europe
to recuperate
from years
of relentless pursuit
of success

From https://www.gia.edu/gia-news-research-how-shipley-created-gia
And there,
in Amsterdam, I bet, he met the wombed man
who guided him to
the knowers of value,
who used no artificial intuition, only
the ancient knack
of clarifying worthiness by rarity of emptiness
of actual manifestation,
no cloud to occlude the appearance

sons of worth in wisdom, such are so rare,
we think we, the lot of eaches,
are special when we spy our selves
in other mind’s mirrored halls
of ancestral worthship grants
as we agree to teach,
this measure makes sense of rare worth
for worth’s superlative, tactile thing
a perfected raw diamond,

bending all the light in knowing how a face
functions
time after time as Mandelbrot made us look,
closer, closer
still.
Taken, selfie
as granted, my leisure. Lie with me, at the foot
of my bed, Shulamite,
only my feet are cold. Mind wander at my
beautiful feet telling of steps

- depth of purpose, aim for outreach,
- locks and dams and sluices for d'juices, slip
- prey from bonds 
mental ligaments,
- muscle to bone…

Faster fasting, speed of thought,
should be this,
that is what we think, in our heart
we know, so we are,
true, no
sleight of hand, prestidigitated
as real as
any knock out punch
in a marvel movie,
or any hammer to the melon in a 3 Stooges gig.

Who’s or whose the stooge?
You’ns or usn’s? Ready writer or ignoring old fool?

Granny Cook told us both, we all need discernment.
Little things, smaller than foxes,
spoil the grapes,
so the children’s teeth are set on edge.
¿what value do diamonds hold?

none, in my experience,
as a stooge, when I appear
as he who knows nothing up to a point,
Pressing into a fistfull of clay,
a prick, from a rural pen, a stick, honed on a stone,

to form the shape of these thoughts as words.

That’s enough. A word. Set a worth on the thought.
make a sign that says, I was here. {with Kilroy}

Watch the river passing by.

See that I become the king,
then see the me, who kills me
be eroded, bit by bit, the clay
settles

Kilroy
near my no longer distant shore, I see this is the tool
a fool can use, knowing via being,
doing life as a mortal who has these word functions
forming languages and ways and means of
being
happier than ever imagined, while in the bubble,
where this was religiously forbidden,

I bade thee forbid me not the knowing of one thing.
Granted, said the wished to thing, wishit.

What lies do I believe, about any thing?

I reach out to Lenny Weinstein, jeweler of note in Vegas,
Four years later, I have questions
about the grading
of diamonds, I am thinking –
to Lenny, I am writing, some time
ago
now –
you must know more genuine aspects
of this than I have time
to learn. {evaluting diamonds, donchaknow}
If you would enjoy teaching me some diamond sense,
not for investment,
but for use in a value metaphor I am constructing
from time otherwise wasted.
1-619-820-7–6. – 4 years,
I have been nothing but a poet,

From https://www.facebook.com/ken.pepiton

and mental time travel has become some
what of a knack knicked from idle words redeemed

as a hobbitual exercise in godliness, begun
far sooner than
I first imagined, and reimagined in a theater,
showing me,
in the bubble of self I center in most comforting
pose,
everybody knows.
Laid back, melting into gravity, laughing
having learned
near is as far as you imagine death is after once
dying to know the point
of every thing.

Life, per se, yes, as a thought first,
I am
being as I am one, and I scan the heavens,
I see no other, thing, no thing
pfft pfft…

no big thing she says, I said, in my mind
no word was there then
she said yes, wait
and see.

— and where would you be

ataraxis, heartsease, peace of mind, peacefulness, repose, serenity

From https://www.shabdkosh.com/dictionary/english-sanskrit/peace/peace-meaning-in-sanskrit
Peace is a concept of societal friendship and harmony in the absence of hostility and violence. In a social sense, peace is commonly used to mean a lack of conflict and freedom from fear of violence between individuals or groups. Throughout history leaders have used peacemaking and diplomacy to establish a certain type of behavioral restraint that has resulted in the establishment of regional peace or economic growth through various forms of agreements or peace treaties. Such behavioral restraint has often resulted in the reduction of conflicts, greater economic interactivity, and consequently substantial prosperity.

From https://www.shabdkosh.com/dictionary/english-sanskrit/peace/peace-meaning-in-sanskrit

Shantih
The Waste Land ends in Sanskrit: “Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. / Shantih shantih shantih”

From https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1057/9781137482846_54

Who suggested a sight seers view.
There,
the scab land, healing at earth speed,
ignoring the wonder at the wreck we live on
being ignored

look again at earth from the asteroid, that
started big oil…

by a mad consuming fear subjecting minds
to tyranny of limited time
once ifity what ifery
past the grasp,

a bridge too far, eh, bomber boy?
Who’s super now?
Naturally, right, crack of the bat, there’s that
Aryan hero, hammer forged
at the furnace of fear,

the dark unknown fires of death and final ends

Dada, scheizkunst. Ka plunk.
Dull thud,
no anvil ring, ring, ring

Da crack of dawn, lightening, not lightning
crash
went the chariots of the fire, but the music
lingers, listen, if you ever did
that is the theme

or we may imagine, we who pause to hear
a ringing in our ears…

Well,
we’d all be up to bloody no good,
if we’da known then what kids know now.

It looks bleak, but its survivable,
those little dystopian hero tropes for kids,
those movies, and the books, but not the vampires,
and not really the harry potter books,
the movies has the mocus.
those
made some characters we’ll see in congress, soon,
too late, congress filled with millennial heroes
in disguise,
waiting the signal,

“I heard you were in…
The response sequence begins the liturgy
at the final note
hallelujah choir rises to the cresc-morph into
theme from King of Kings
scat trumpets and trombones
Johnny Whykill on the Donut frosting tubs
from behind Winchells on Santa Monica and
Crescent Heights. Old days.

bomb bomb — bombbomb bombabom
bomb bomb — bombbomb bombabom
Rainbow Warrior, scene in the park,
that crazy, ai says I mustabin.

That’s Sgt.Whykill on the drums, Neil Young,
left the slip up in,
it was a live album, Journey Through the Past.

Expletive of any useful sort! bang
I am glad I lived this long.

The actual freedom of the press is
not
political unless we imagine the war users
do win,
and
so far, that is a tough bubble to expand.

Some ideas, thoughts I think you
enjoy writing, game ideas for ever,
just in case,

living the dream may become too unreal as
it is only
visible on tv,
really, I am a product of tv,

I know, I can pull up the name
of that monk in vietnam who burned himself alive,
as I watched in his future, just
now
again, remember, reattach the spirit of the instant
earlier
today or just
yesterday
Ticwhan’duc, died before my eyes in my mind,
it needs be said, this is thought
forming words
not words forming thought
it is a thing.

Not song exactly but similar. Silent. Remembering.

Twice told tales, sticks in my head from a readers
profile, and from WS. but
from my own wish
to find assitance
as the chaos is defended from the madess, anger
rage of order at the breadth
and depth of knowing any fool can use,

or ab use, two side of every coin, even attention

is the whole world not aware
that powdered milk and cereal
can keep a body live
long enough to
find a groove
to follow
to the spindle, yes, the thing
round which the old LP
would spin,
and the gemstone tip of that kind of needle
knit some songs to the soul of a nation
an earth nation born in the bubble
of FM radio pirated on shortwave.

-Cu Chi, I watch an RVN officer, beat a lowly one,
like me, but our allies, the servants of the French.

How tangled is this web of lies, as wool
from the hide, and cotton from the boll,
so tangled is the spiders web
weaved on LSD.

What I may,
I say I can as may is power
might exerted
inserted into our current course
of human events,

we may and can see ourselves as ants,
and see some ants know,

the order and beauty sides of truth are
enveloping far vaster
exspances of life lived as spectator
chosing next
with clicks

as voting with the feet was done,
and as pastors of proved charisma
and PR is the two edged sword.

that this is sharper than, kapow.