the books – smells like content

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  1. Balance.
    Repetition.
    Composition.
    Mirrors.

    Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes are described
    within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy.
    The context in which makes possible an underlying
    sense of the way it all fits together,
    despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.

    But then again, the world without end is a place where souls are combined,
    but with an overbearing feeling of disparity, disorderliness.
    To ignore it is impossible without getting oneself into all of kinds of trouble,
    despite one’s best intentions to not get entangled with it so much.

    And meanwhile,
    the statues are bleeding green.
    And others are saying things much better than we ever could;
    as the quiet become suddenly verbose.

    And the hail is heralding the size of nickels.
    And the street corners are gnashing together like the gears
    inside the head of some omniscient engineer.
    And downward flows the garnered wisdom that has never died.

    When finally,
    we opened the box, we couldn’t find any rules.
    Our heads were reeling with the glut of possibilities, contingencies…
    but with ever increasing faith we decided to go ahead and just ignore them,
    despite tremendous pressure to capitulate and fade.

    So instead, we went ahead to fabricate a catalog
    of unstable elements and modicums and particles.
    With not zero total strangeness for brief moments which amount
    to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap.

    Meanwhile,
    we’re furiously sleeping green.
    And the map has started tearing along its creases due to overuse…
    when in reality it’s never needed folds.

    And the air’s withholding the sound of its wellspring.
    And our heads approach a density reminiscent of the infinite connectivity of the center of the sun.

    And therein lies the garnered wisdom that has never died.

    Expectation –
    leads to disappointment. If you don’t expect something big huge and exciting…
    usually…
    I dunno,
    just, uh yea…"

  2. Deer Virgin-gin.
    Nice choice, on a day which caught me by surprise. That 1:55 ant up and down the hose was me on the highway, in the ice and snow, ya know….c o n n e c t i o n s. Break, then relief-stricken. Alas, it was the green grass fogging my greyskull in sorbet shades of panic.
    'Oh no" I said…20 miles of 3rd eye driving….KNOWING the personal communicator would not be there….why check again?

    'Look three times' says my nephew I never knew.

    The man's a genius w a special uncle in a special place in time and space.

    Djinn and Tonic Water.
    Grace be to God,
    and the Angels w Clean Magic.

    Real time musings.
    For mine.
    Snakes Begone!
    777
    -St. Patrick's Y helper.

  3. 'and the air is withholding the sound of its wellspring', is still one of the best phrases I know of.
    Quite smart.

  4. Thankfully this was released in 2007, otherwise it would be a progressive anthem forcefully changed to "Smells like Consent".

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