Discover time! A little step back-to fro-to-forward and back-to-beginning—down Ocean Road ‘cross Old Ocean Road—and on toward Point Judith Light House—Judith Point and Camp Cronin Fishing Area…Just uphill from Iggy’s Doughboy & Chowder House is—a place—Aunt Carrie’s Ice Cream Shoppe (childhood—little guy—more ice cream than—a sandy-salty-sea-foamy carpet—or—great gray hulks of steel—a meal of—Nathan dogs—mustard and bun—just right—chips and Aunt Carrie’s—one scoop white—and one scoop chocolate without napkins and sticky hands-on a warm summer eve.
Adapts are Martian Blood—always upright—since time began and now—hurtle-turtle inside moon— and—outside of Earth borne—feet-of-four—and starting—a hell ride—world twirl—an adapted life. Launch—ride an Ark—massive wings and things—strong-fast-silent often wrong and never—incorrect—a change so small—that shadows tall—are gone and Martian’s world—never whirl—never forgotten—in curious minds—of New Men in—another—other times. Storm of sunshine began—late in the day of October 26th…Long strings—tendrils tall—licking sky for ten million miles—giant—great things-to-jam—slam space and homes from Mercury gone—to Venus and—Sun worship comes within the reach—teach that shine works—shine lives and light often kills.
Seen Before or Used Again—OK?
Lives—gathering together and—strength—of one or two or many more—than them or us—or we—be—power of scatters—no rules followed—no moral folly—or man rules—called God speak…For those ‘world words’—are songs of death—of control—of fiction—to suffer swift—lies against Spirit—Speak and Life. Women Love…Men Love…Love is Perfection—is Touch—is Peace—is Spirit—is Song …Sweetness—‘gainst canvas—lines and circles dance—and—soft songs play—and—laughter reaches—diners’ corner…Open doors—a call to come— inside—secrets of ink—motions and canvas—wet with colors—scents of orange—of green—of blues and browns and yellow—perfume inside—night air—and—dare and wear and fare or—future moments—again without—layers of walls—climbed and discarded…And yes! With you—I do ‘taste beauty.’
Sunshine’s understanding—manning star ship search—deeply go—inside heated globes—round source of death-life—life-death—and—gravity—things-holding-wings—globes of mother-ships—many times ‘cross Universes—both small and great—combined with magic glue—crystal twirls and witches’ swirls…And! Equations speak concisely—formed from clutter speak—into quantitative models—derived and survived from—fury storms and qualitative impressions. Weigh—the Ways-and means—often far before—human thoughts—mediate the distances among—perceptions—laced biochemically—senses five—to reach six-seven-or eight—and reach—hand stretch—inside sunlight’s core—not to feel the burn—but just-to-learn…
Teach-speak now—and explain—a cosmic giggle-wiggle—as slashes—dashes—dots and lots—are only heard and never seen—have been ‘round—about this universal gash—and back again. Seek-the safety keep—without that—number sleep—and twin-spin—hieroglyphic’s deep—into—poetic speak—that trance and dance—to learn—to turn and—to almost burn—again…Vacuum’s void—avoid—an empty space—as often counting—does come alive—dusts-of many—particles—do swirl or twirl into shape—into mass—from nothing-into-something—then into unseen—not seen and also—never was—or will ever-be again.
And! Beautiful you are…