Let me see if I can wrap my coil around this
traveling boxes
electric dragon fire hitting those plastic wires
this is me
in a form
like a branch that connects to branches
in a river of information pouring cups while drawing lines
so much is here I hear an echo bellowing below
sifting through the nerve muscle alight like bodies sponsored by us
so many boxes so much is out there i found something
sitting in boxes, what is the point this
point is the medium you've anointed it's progress
further joints form hypnotic harmonic dispondant
who are you who am I connect the interconnections
I'm the best worst whatever I've dispersed feelings among them
some are undone unsung or unmovable
immobilarity is there at every funeral
studio respect da styles from get go
but the complexity has me woven and set so
imagine every where you touched on the internet
everywhere your idle hands have led you
like a great trial of humanity written in ip's
the test is set amongst the worst and best of them
some wreak havoc trying to make something out of it
some let people see what is up in the moment
i'm trying to help some people out, move some people out
to the place where they can see themself moving
concious intellect requires a constant intercept
a chronic interjection of vibe to slow the reaction down
to a crawl of mind speed that defines the outlines we draw
I'm looking deep into forests and trying to learn
I'm looking deep into forests and trying to learn
above my head on street corners my message zooming above me
I don't see it be it that it stays on the wire
but as it progresses from me much is said and transpires
thus it's said that to be read is more than admired
using electric impulses on a space ship
micro-travel bits of ourselves fast as the speed of light literally
privacy seems to be power in this expansive simile
between connections made in synergy blasting vagrant energy away with magnets mentally
pawn shop stacks of paper found and opened for sale
pseudolife is paranoia
the real can never fail
but the life of the author remains here from guidance
feeling that, one to exist is attached to life itself
by some unseen yet always seen inside this normative shelf
of oaths taken to trees, promises made to cats, of prayer heavy windstorms, of contemplative baths philosophizing whether endeavors met energetic levels where feats of consciousness become observably malleable when fallibly made by our own consciousness willing to accept the threat to intellects made by ourselves willing to synthesize will into existence of metamorphous experience
cause I must advance whatever chance through these thought puzzles
like clouds that rise above me to examine each for it's wisdom
until the heights my mind reaches is chanced by soaring one
these moments must be worked for being witness can make one lazy
further more the more lazy you are the more crazy
consciousness is an act not a state wake up lady
something about magic makes you feel like
exercises should be natural
so in stance I must return practical
with yogic animals
insects and tai chi
gung fu reflections
today thinking on the power of interjections
today thinking on the sour of lacked reflection
today thinking bout the shape we're taking
in our symbols our pillars of image and transformation
these are the things that we now call communication
so much to be examined anon to some but imprinted on our past
which side will you end up on the looking glass
are you hooking the grasp
need i take it much further
I woke you up and moved the bolder once the wounds were smoldered
just a tap on your web, spider, your claw, tiger, your hood, squire
what you know has transpired is done what wires will you run
in a giant maze rung up above by companies for sums
indeed sums they take, awake to the truth
we're all one,
and such said awaken the dead and young ones
for the night is young and the spirits have come
forget me nots in their hands
their dancing their circles expand rhythmically around the planet

it seems the beginning and middle were almost pure flo one word succeeding the next but the end went in another direction leaving me in question as to the content. I was wit you until you said "we're all one"
that line somehow took the jolt from all the rest and seemed to just relax as if you ran out of descriptive voice and went for a cliche.
i liked this that why i read every word but the end well for me dropped me and then again therein lies the title hhhmmm?

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




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I dont know if it's disconnected,
I was visualizing expansive patterns of coloured lines lighting up from our internet travel, then taking in that it's all documented through internet service providers, who are writing a type of history that is open to government and corporate interest groups and that we as individuals must light up our best interests rather than plunder our little time on mistakes
which in turn we all make
hence the unification
and the dead i always believe hope for more than the short comings they had seen before

thats why the ending
because it could be us there one day watching someone else hoping for them to not make mistakes
seeing the bigger impact they are having when they cannot

we are all at once the mistaken, the cured, and the watcher
just in different times

Wow, very good stuff, amazing...!

thanks g squared!

it means alot coming from you