01 March 2015


first there was one
afraid but undaunted     willingly
subject to disgrace, symptomatic
affliction made prey
upon within isolated cooperatives {coops} co-opted
beleaguered conglomerates
to live to survive to imagine
ultimately alone.

after the jibes & jaunts of the explicable, then
    inexplicable (surprising, it may seem)
      we thrust upon us, arrives the birth
of a second - the a priori twin - such a sweet
ghostly visage
who shouts *yelps* "i am!"
  who sees what physically
limited cannot; who resides in
   the aethereal ephemera of forms
     far to near too distant from here
      also here where there is no here here
       (or there there for that matter)
   in effect, pure grandeur:eternity

, immortality, the pristine fundamental idee
elusive in it's humanity - interacting
     mingling, engaging   in    phatic
       small-talk discussing amongst
others [how well are you doing?] the nature of
consciousness. the gist of whom relates to whom
                  or womb to womb
         as non-physical instantaneously
      becomes physical
{{as she wonders} i wander
too distantly..}

contemporaneously one has become many, contemplated
that of those master of mind, a collective as
 {plaster of paris coats}
 microbial bacteria, trillions to be
    sure, amount to the illusion
     we are one or i am one to your beauty
  to hold constructs surrounding
the complex biomes at work
below the surface within the surface
          the fractal patterned
source of simple [simply complicated]
single cells.

remember about judging books or false-claiming
indivisibility - reserved for one, which you are not
nor am i nor are we, despairingly,
as elusive as manageable [-ness of creative
thought worth your open eyes drawn toward
the light of the ceiling in
the fan
feels] like chaos but is really probability+
statistical maneuvering, hoovering
as full of soul to empty the tank
      -ards after desultory celebration, 
yet, it could be as simple as me holding you
or you holding your hand-in-hand
mine. and in the end it's just the end.
and that's wonderful if you ask me.

{but no one is} 

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