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John 1:1 Logos deus God logic Deus ex Mind over matter Matters in machines Doing their work 'Creation' creating I think being One thinking Self possession Cosmic dispossession Cries of air Laughter over ages Joy multiplicative IPA fricative Logos merging Generations now et ceteras next Critics desist your lot Learners remiss memory Up and down Left and right Directions misleading One is an atom Two is a bridge Three a tabled corner Four square dances Five a white house Six in triangles Soon a week of lightness over darkness For the way is central Circles infinite lines One left One right What is right is

theres something about daylight vitamin d but more at night when we dream what dreams may come enlighten our burdens in colors unseen in feelings real the brain is cleaning its house at night it sets the desires at day you wake to achieve them at night you are reminded for life in days or weeks months or seasons summer spring winter fall into life for life is only a sequence of days and 12 hours a 5 to our base 10 for the mind already knew irrationality, misdirection confusion and multimedia how can birds signal danger and dogs find their owners? for depression is caused by a clenching of fists in loneliness and we

i heard a friend ask why does waiting have to exist? well if you won the lottery tomorrow and all you ever wanted to buy, all you thought you needed could be bought, and all your dreams were realized fully, in the next 24 hours how would you sleep tomorrow? i don't think one could sleep. our short lives are spent striving for that which brings us fire prometheus brought us the lottery and we gave him chains for it is the anticipation that is living, it is the striving that is fulfillment it has been said that a cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing cyclical people haters orbit themselves but

Learning assumes future through the past juries fighting another for scraps of families they left lasting for their locked doors boxed windows to eyes of souls past. Yearning for giving: thud of gavel to clang of bars to time and time and one mattress. While we rest in feather down, plucked for ornaments of white, yet quills poking your temple know of what memories are, what dreams come shuddering that that knows regret. We let dreams as truth's serum become closed eyes and clenched teeth and cold sweat waking know far more of polygraphs and passing tests in valor and redemption, instead of just us bus tokens a

-1 They met on a cool autumn's day         Confusion and uncertainty abounding                                         (with vague memories of past friend-ship and -less) She was caught in her sea-green eyes of pain               ever-fallen Her voice was liquid, tattered silver leaf upon an iron tree,        forever friendship found and kept (or so she thought then) Her words spoke of infinite worlds of dreams, and those who dwelled there, Those who showed the she-girl more. Arguments after, jealousy and intrigue, and hatred of love,        she was left for dead (Hearing words like "I hate you," or silence) her beauty shifte