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|    W.Dockery to cheesetray    |
|    Re: yippee-kay-yay notes (2/4)    |
|    01 Oct 24 09:18:59    |
      [continued from previous message]              > > for this cosmopolitan       > > smite, pioneers       > > on the frontiers       > > of universal classical spaces       > > not of common land       > > cosmos's hidden gems       > > for revolutionaries       > > who demand       > > from their loyal nation       > > these glowing treasures       > > towards which they have       > > been flung       > > engulfed in the flames       > > of abiding fires       > > eternally harnessed       > > torn asunder       > > by the cracked frosts       > > of burning ice       > > subjecting them       > > to this furnace       > >       > > supercharged missiles       > > rich in weight       > > and darkly toxic       > > are powered up       > > then faithfully fired       > > into the returning ark       > > cushioned on all sides       > > by sunless skies       > > which are now, in their       > > wake, sleepily watching       > > these scorned       > > rebel fliers, rockets of       > > long-deserted       > > flavored celestial flesh       > >       > > cemented into ceilings       > > of stone, these instructions       > > guilded into our gentle       > > genes, fiercely controlled       > > and copiously copied       > > since the origin, of the       > > genesis, of the consciousness       > > of one G-d, painstakingly       > > packed away by fortune's sages       > > pairs well-preserved       > > like so many       > > hermetically sealed jars       > > of antique pomes, locked       > > in a central underground       > > sink of a most trampled       > > and forgotten earth, shared       > > throughout the further       > > development of mankind       > > faring from land to land       > > from man to man       > >       > > they reveal a once       > > abounding attic       > > couched atop       > > a noble global house       > > not of this world       > >       > > solemn confidences       > > at long last uncovered       > > by brown, well-tanned       > > good news archaeologists       > > are disclosed       > > for these once sun-struck       > > yea, sun-scorched       > > omni voyagers       > > who dig, unceasingly       > > in their seasons       > > in their ancient gardens       > > passing over, across, under       > > and through the bitter       > > unleavened       > > dry cracked grounds       > > of a now almost       > > wholly paved, conjoined       > > empyreal empire       > > being handed back       > > from israel's first fathers       > > letter by letter       > >       > > like a family jewel       > > or closely guarded pride       > > passed from generation       > > to generation       > > they have tumbled       > > down a watchful       > > observant       > > streaming alphabet chain       > > opening new doors       > > even those       > > flying false flags       > > shoring her own       > > spanish secrets       > >       > > it has all been dutifully       > > tucked away, never       > > to recede fully       > > and die, but skillfully       > > embedded, amongst the       > > soft velvet grasses       > > which blow       > > with the breezes       > > coarsely threaded, into       > > their shallow earth       > > by fibrous roots, and       > > mangled, amongst weeds       > > which creep       > > back through creation, into       > > the mind's veldts' seeds       > > of their plotted cup's       > > most remote colours       > > and can be found there       > > wound up       > > in curious puzzles       > >       > > gifted rings which swear       > > a manufactured fidelity       > > of their most dearly       > > departed civility       > > yet still which bear       > > a gentle kind       > > of re-kindled hope       > > mercurial panacea       > > for these driven       > > truckers of instant truth       > >       > > rough and rowdy       > > well-schooled       > > baby black beasts       > > just released, sit       > > slouched, in heavy chains       > > the youngest one       > > still wearing       > > her mothers' metal       > > badges of the rotten       > > shadows of sheets bloodied       > > by unborn memories       > > of sleet and rain       > > she will shrink       > > from the moonlight       > > rising, meeting the pain       > > of a krystal       > > cleared conscience       > >       > > continually, they plow       > > through scattered       > > subterranean planes       > > of layered cosmic lands       > > in search of       > > some kind of mercy       > >       > > deific validation, for their       > > constitutional conviction       > > of one nation       > > under G-d       > > a delivery, of some kind       > > of salvific wingd victory       > > conveying       > > their unified story       > >       > > meticulously groomed       > > for this long-planned journey       > > dashing flight       > > back through rivers split       > > rich and red and bloody       > > as egypt's deadly nile       > > through once fallow       > > cloverleafs of soulless       > > virgin highway       > > awoke, again, for them       > > they are loaded       > > as they back into       > > a more perfect world       > >       > > indelibly branded       > > into their rich-flowing blood       > > they are brothers       > > of the skies       > > pre-determined by design       > > to find       > > this ineffaceable fusion       > > through shared reminders       > > of their holy communion       > > traces of an inscribed       > > diamond destiny       > > maps of ancient astronomy       > > the printed inversion       > > of a twinkling       > > star-writ narrative       > > of the promised history       > > of the promised birth       > > of the promised prince       > > at the incipience       > > of the dawn       > > of holy yesteryear       > >       > > hail, this breath of life       > > granting pathways out       > > honoring sanctioned       > > tribal rights       > > frankly fired, through       > > shock and awe       > > past cast inhabitants       > > of a silent       > > acquiescent first city moon       > > into the ether       > > of the unknown       > >       > > like glass into the eye       > > but it will regrow       > > a new coat       > > as the banished serpent itself       > > crawling, out of eden       > > on its belly       > > forcefully it pierces       > > as it flies quickly       > > into waters of slippery flesh       > > a stinging, icy delivery       > > liquid sharp, as the flushing       > > unforgiving rays       > > of a sweltering sun       > > unable even to blink       > > as it slithers speedily       > > over scaled skins       > > as though it now, too       > > were crossing       > > a deserted river, divulging       > > a way into       > > the ocean's bedrock       > > of all time       > >       > > dedicated to demolition       > > they follow       > > their foregone road maps       > > warring to find       > > that which was denied       > > escaping once again       > > the shackles       > > of extrinsic servitude       > > to an outer world unknown       > > still seeking       > > always seeking       > > the way back       > > that way back       > > home       > >       > > constructed hallways       > > as prescient       > > and powerful       > > as fermi's dreams actualized       > > particle accelerator       > > old as the mind       > > of earth and time       > > and breath itself       > > as sure as the discovery       > > of a homebase       > > in yet another wasteland       > > of helpless exile       > >       > > going plumb insane       > > as it seeks to tear down       > > billions of light years       > > of subatomic architecture       > > and find release       > > from the otherwise       > > indestructible walls       > > containing sanguine       > > reproduction itself       > >       > > it is now encapsulated       > > within, they are trapped       > > in their cells, cursed       > > by civilization's blueprints       > > save for contrary action       > > cracking skulls of both time       > > and timelessness       > >       > > an insufferable law, of       > > unbreakable code       > > authored long before       > > even the first proteins       > > began to flex       > > their three-personned muscles       > > the roots of all language       > > making master membranes       > > mindful and impenetrable       > > to any foreign substance       > > as time's ultimate evolution       > > of the brain itself, molded       > > by its primitive ancestors       > > through leaps, and bounds       > > of technological advances       > >       > > a guest, crafted, to survive       > > through the harassments       > > of all time, beaten to grow       > > and then find       > > more of its kind       > > revelations of creations       > > of mechanical reproductions       > > from its crushed mind       > > an eventual re-unification              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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