expound me in the irradiessence of mornrise
and I shall be overpresent too
in your mem-x-or-y
lore me in the tallest of tomes
and I shall be forthwithforgotten
like a monstrous shadowform at high nooooon
join me at your knee
and I shall enjoin you to be near to me
like a f(l)a(i)(l)ling projectile-esque-ith-eme
for therefrom lies the hangovering principle
not to last are we
not too last are we
not two last are we
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You can definitely call this one an experiment...
I'm so lost, I'll re-read tomorrow
i love it... especially high nooooon and projectile-esque-ith-eme
Man o' man, you're poetry is getting good. Especially the way your linguistics knowledge is the theme and not so.
Money.
There is something I'm coming to realize (and not for the first time). And it's very buddhist, actually, which is probably when I first became aware of it, reading about buddhism in my late teens and early 20s. Kind of what I was getting at in my last poem.
I often, and now, find myself getting back to principles, ideas, and themes that I started with early on, only after going through some stages of learning and experimenting.
I find it happening in chess, too. My overall game is much as it was when I started, only I'm better at it now for having tried different things and learning from them.
Similarly, in music or writing or whatever, I always come back to where I began after some extended excursions into other things. It's never quite the same, but it's not all that different, either.
In a lot of ways, I haven't really changed my basic ideas and themes since I was about seven years old. That's very strange to think about, as my daughter approaches her seventh birthday.
Actually, you know what, it's really much more taosit than buddhist. They are very mixed up in my mind - thanks, zen!
I am finding very much the same thing.
wise words ono, wise words. Like rocks across a river, hop, hop, hop.
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