A second, instance

The realm we share

Oops, that Calebland Logo is a paypal thing for me, I am still that entity, Mytechpeople, at many wealth accepting staged rate growth. Ok-key, do-key

Who reads threads of being
thought on the I ought to try

my self. So, I did, live as a monk,

for thirteen years, June 27,
1970, through August 26, 1983
then I wed and found a key,

in your own patience,
you possess your own soul

that’s the spirit

I framed a picture for her,
not this one

Here, in time, in space

references to an odd position
posited as plain as day,
no denying,

no de-ifying clanginging dem bells,
Hell’s most certain sound, y’gno
– are you not proud of me?
boom, you gwan on down,
to de Audubon Zoo,
see what we heard,
help, help, they had some bird
sang that one word, help, we heard

and it is yet, to this very day, readerwise,
you know, a crowd of peeping voices
peeping help, help in stochastic unisong

how long can this go on, living happy
ever after?

Well, do tell, how is long determined,
in time,
these days.

I mean, help me, please, I’m a stranger
in paradise.

- abrupt tehknoseer shift, flyeyed

the way the story goes

a boy was sent to earth, alone.

A bubble boy, yes. Yes, we can imagine,
forts, fortified walls and guarded gates,
moats and drawbridges,
the entire seven measures set to rights…

what’s mine, is mine, I claim. Thus saith

the most self centered man the therapist
had ever seen,
a very therapeutic observation,
from a stranger’s POV,
a weak, frail, skinny diabetic type,
VA-trained, steady-ready military mind…

Therapy, begun at the inner wall, a will
to cause a known to be

. appointed time being .

Keep that phrase, in mind, we use it as
selah, without the psalmists fear of God, tskt possesives hiss
and will to kill for lust, when opportunity
rises,
Kokopelli story-wise, with a liddle-diddle
cat with a fiddle,

and a banjo man beat ‘n an old empty can,

Ko, co and ko an equal phoneme, seem
OK is two such things, linked, oh, and key

pre-rerecognition you knew what keys do,
as a lesson from the stories told you,
as a lesson from locks loosed by you,

om ah m’good, taste, and see, you

are more, in sound than words-monodenkt
uno-mono-gedankt,

thank you, very much. If you only think you
see El-vis, as ‘ell yah, oh, ‘ello, he, mmm

I don’t know what you do think, or did not.
Life is a global event.
The whole truth does exist and may be
de scribed, yes, Dragon-speak, I can
but don’t, I enjoy the feel of these keys,

the ease with which
each line forms from nothing, blank medium
silent
white noise in the morning, black
but for many open windows,
and blinking LEDs
at night
where lowering lights are burning,
showing us, through me, self centering
– the spot sharp
– itch to scratch in the middle of my back
gh, cough
the ought in ought over-looked offers,
rough-suction tip tele-ghosticgnosis
snot sneezed, if one pleases
to force deployed options,
A. make up your own mind.
B. use the defaults from your most recent
historical truth unbelieved… or
C. Pick a point in ever radiated out

the point to commas meaning breathing,
is, one point, we both know
that we need not breath, you — wait
and wait and wait to suffer so so so
know you do, without a thought.
– one need acknowledged, good.
The ought we were uncussing, this ought
thought that thought,
a living con-fidential entity sculpted from
— the compression of one’s security blanket,
the merest reality self may claim, Markov, bounds
– my bubble includes, I imagine –
– selah all secularized, for a tempting temple,
– think like Buddha, see whatchagit.
– the true beauty of an elephant.

my own either or real what every minds
find harmonizes with peace, in a home,
with electricity and running water,
flowing,
and a funny as hell, realized, at once,
every where were we, waddaphukawee
help, help

Stand alone, and say, if this is normal

a me, one of my recognosis signal receptors

breathe a sigh, signaling relief, this is that
on earth as in heaven option,
lief being formed from fi
I wont be, lieve it by thy will,

in the time it takes a modernized mind to think,
can there really be a cast of characters, who think

I don’t knotice a tie, when sounds around me depict
three laughing voices, pitched

to the wave lengths of children seeing the reality, now.
Laughing, en-joy ing this at most phear, settled
old and balding age, deal set
at
galore. An ever so magic, as the techies know, word

galore, we got ’em, gathered from the bottom,
where the oldest pearls grow these very gates.

Feel the rippling punishing realism, life is okeh,
we did not phuckthentirety
up from down.

Its justice, from a peace makers cellular structure.