Mister Marbles

where do you keep your marbles?  not loose I hope; for while its easy

to lose loose marbles, its painful to lose a whole jar of them, as they roll

down the driveway and into the gutter, picked up and traded for candy.

the life of a.  so perhaps its not as bad to lose them.  if you can find just one again.

to dive down, across, over, and pick them up again.  and perhaps you didn't need them

all in the first place -

so back to these marbles, as we are, getting back. shiny things.

so what else have you lost besides that jar of marbles?  more of a life that was led, or

saved, or been saved.. and again, it was. is.  would you track it down? its somewhere.

what a life it may be living now, without but for you, as the inanimates jump to animate,

a thrust, while perhaps not on your behalf, is justly yours in spirit and so.. you can

find artifacts again, and yes the spaces have torn apart, and yourself, rippled and

not all together known as what was suspected or more aptly conjoured, believed, inspired to

be, and all the things.  this and that.. will you get it again? do you need it.

Well its nice to have it, I once said I wouldn't lose it, as my predecessor, did, did again,

and thus I did, knowing full well the use of a contraction of negatives, creates that reality. ding. it was precicely that assertion which created the gap in the spaces of reality for

entropy to fill in, like a pothole without neither a nice bag of pot, or an adequate hole,

if even in a wall, wink wink nudge nudge.  and the politeness.  in which we pretend to

act on the belief of what we are doing is wanted by the other party.

facts on politeness, i m x, is that they are predisposed of doing the right thing, when in facts, the reality has not been written, and being bit by politeness is worse, as it repeats onto yourself, and a good nature, which is not sincere and thus not maintainable for the

happiness of anybody.  corrective or sidestepp-y-ness is required, and suggestions of the

creator-y ness nature and creating newness in all aspects would be.. hey don't nod off.

ok then.  the hourduvres will be served at 5 for those who still eat around here, and

the rest of us will begin counting our chickens, be four, and three is approximately a number

which is odd, or company, as in the sit com.  dammit janet, oh wait that's somebody else.

as noise increases, the distraction of self materializes for you to realize, that which is

not, nor never was just you -- the noise on the outside is you on the inside, and vice verse.

reality being created even by your base bone reactions to stimulus.  the core.  yes that

apple again.  that and a fig newton, eh?

even then the pause, pauses, and the lift is left, or was it right to begin with.

well somebody's got to ask for directions.  like a tri tip sandwich?  hah hah very funny

paths like poly morphisms, tween as in 3D reality glasses, red and blue, in the theatre

which lincoln didn't go to.  in that continental, breakfast.

oh here's a bit, or 8 bits, of sound, altered, radio radar alters course.  which sounds

will get through in waves?  look to the dipole and imediance matching, that's speed

and power - traveling, eminating that wave, hello!

think fast, fast again, so fast its the same speed, non accelerating and thus

not heating, no friction but just bounce.  a friendly warble where nothing can

crash.   the path expectation is continuous power, no time, carry it forward and leighway

and choice, as in to taste.

so where did the time get to today?  like the lost marbles, and that jacket, and even

the expediting oncoming food train showed us that things come back, if temporary, with

a promise of permanence in impermanence and non ownership, and control in an uncontrollable

no in a good way.

and even though we don't even have a jar, there is naught a point in holding a mess of air,

as its all around us, literally, and figurately.

so heres two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve. pinball.

aqua q san francisco with pieces of fluffy lovely goodities on an azmuth of sand and

paper, without the grit.  twenty twenty hindsight.