Crystalline office buildings w/ air cond
Transistor patterns which to geometry correspond
Chemical fertilizer which makes the plant grow physically
Highly composed words which rhyme metrically.
Gnarly roots which grow blanched hands in the root cellar
Reach around blockage and connect with other hands
Roots which store bitter saps in the fall
Grow over compressed Romes w/o time
With a whimsical attitude to stone
Roots are the brains of plants, we animals are the flipped pole, with
brains in the air. Thus our nbara is our brain. An assemblage of
wires or dendrites or roots is an analog brain, when it is working
well, it thinks around blockages, is nabra.
On the mulched trail, I pick up
reflective mylar under moonlight,
Drink datura dew to
cure my data based flu.
It kills the sudden movements
to let me choose words smoothly,
I print out my resume for you
and for the putting-out-of-energy of it too.
The Datura grows by squaring itslef at the bud; it is a simple process
which creates sprawling clusters of musky foliage and sweet white
flowers. The dew of Datura is in the flower which has bloomed in the
crotch of each new square formation. It is musky, sweet, and when
bitter it approaches the mind with numbing effects on your schemes.
"now if i am educated in elementary school, and learn english grammar
move on to junior high school, high school, and pursue a love of
college, setting up a pattern of study and learning for life, and
perhaps even to
research more in post-graduate education. now if i have all this
does it mean when i ask a question, any question, in english,
with the proper
grammer, what does that mean?"
" so you're a baby. you start breathing after you leave the womb,
and it soon
sets in that you will be breathing the rest of your life. and you
are many things you can do with this breath, many sounds you can
make with your
vocal cords, which come out very rough at first. but with
practice you learn to
use your chords, and what are you saying at this point when you
have no words yet?"
The Story of Osiris goes that
He was chopped up by his brother Set,
Strewn in the river.
Discovered by wise Isis
and reassembled to resemble
a man without a penis.
This is like all good plans
That succumb to phantasy
And fail in the river of life,
To let you intuit
a new plan with
more openings in it.
(they replaced it with a crocodile penis)
The Osiris way is to keep creating and let your whimsies out. You don't
want to get attached to any perfection or power that you may see
glinting in your creation. Someone, sometime will come to break down
your ideas, and letting this happen is called "elegance". The crocodile
penis is your new impetus to go back to work.