Time is a messy theology
Ontology is marginalia
All the failed zoning of dreams
The horizon buries treasure
The best grammar drinks hose water
Gravity marks the spot
Chance is the logic of logic
Determinism is a just-so story
Chaos is the directory for the future
Footsteps carry a curt philosophy
The April moon is sparse of ideology
The moments that harbor infinity
Never last and never leave us
The stars are as mortal
As the peacock
This is a beautiful mess, I really like your philosophy of footsteps.
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Thank you!
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these lines come at me like something i’ve never witnessed in person before – a gun that sprays dozens of bullets in seconds, one potent blast after another the “best grammar drinks hose water.” It’s a marvel how you come up with these, but they are all enjoyable and like those bullets – potent.
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Thanks, Steve. It was a strange one. Glad you liked it.
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i enjoy how you change styles in your writing. can’t wait to read about the lsd bus trip to chicago.
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Thanks. I wrote it down a long time ago. It’s really a mess. I’ll see if I can clean it up a bit.
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i betchya it will seem even more incredible now, after so many years.
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wonderful, Bob; don’t know how I missed this gem ; some great lines: have to agree that ‘chaos is the directory for the future —
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Thanks, John!! Glad you liked this one. 😊
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