And Before That Then What

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And Before That

Then What

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Pray thee, pause

This won’t take

but a great glob

of thy moist time

The bulk of which

is a runny nose waste

Instead, lend me thy nugget

 

Postulate, with wonder

why we seek our mortal

places of generation

farther, deeper, stranger

under the seas, and

within the spectrum of light

we now call panchromatic

It is like a goodly workforce

blended from all earthly types

 

The more layers to a composition

the more of our senses employed

the clearer and deeper our view

This is real understanding; it progresses

not through a set of inscribed rules

never changing, but toward the exploration

of everything at once, forever

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