Finding oneself in a book such as this

is odd in its own right, but

Discovering what was never hidden,

whatever word you might use for that

and understand exactly what I mean,

the whole truth of this book you and I find ourselves in is

that this is but a strand

in a thread in the warp

or the woof of the whole story,

which if you see this reality correctly i.e. (proof btw of ancient medi-earthen e-male trolling) the way I see it, then

henceforth we agree we shall say what we see

and hear what we say

and we may say as well we agree what we smell, taste, touch

and if you understand we may agree on levels with variables

synaísthima is how some greekish folk said it

passion, suffering, tolerating, putting up with, Christy Chi-Rho geniká prágmata, thingamadoerishness is what various scholars have surmised may have been

the rude

idear,

you know? We can’t real-ly agree on feelings,

voices in our heads, songs, stuffuv ever’ ilk .

Fairys, yeah, trolls, elves, Kokopelli and his tales of his singing flute luring you

 Between these lines the seeds sprouting from this site were sown. Long agone.

not me, i was there when been there done that entered the un-versal vernacular

I am not so subtly lured lurid lying lady of that lake,

Mohave it was whe you seduced me, i know no better word, when or where,

for what you did. I was a kid.

Whada summah momma, love that crystal clear colorado beer

Everybody loves somebody, sometime

And that elusive butterfly of trite

goes breakin’ my heart

I understand, really, you’ve never been this far before

leaving

your body behind.

Believe me, you do not “have to” carry that weight. Think breath.

think breathe. Lax, flow

eventually past every when and

then you know

now and then

here we be, you and me, where nothing can ever harm us,

imagine that but

like a grown up. But was once said to be God’s favorite word, but that was a lie.

Alien, alyin’ aline phewy, stupid rabbit trail, we huntin’ treasure coon dog

keep yer nose in gear.

I talk that way sometimes, to the nearby threads that seem to push me

the right way, gentle as gentle can be, easy, easy to be treated with.

That’s a test right thar, bo yo. Anythun’ er one come tellin I AM WISE

and he be like, kingish in his talk and hat and boots and spurs and sword

and, oh my God, the white horse,

arabian straight outa eden, by damn;

if that ain’t first like

Well, then

that ain’t God’s wisdom. for shore. amen.

(5-30-2017, long after those lines found life here, this appeared as if it belonged. Oh praise the wisdom of editable text.)

Don’t be fooled by fantasy shepherd suits,

a collar is a tie

That binds what Truth makes free. Suits and ties are the non-uniform uniformity no one notices. It designates the slave warrior’s loyalty to his or her pay masters, though it is rare when a woman morphs completely into warrior mode, more often men morph into nurturing mode as women grow creative in multiple senses of that word.