Information
emanates more strangely
than we think,
or know. Much of thinking is,
in fact, a
way to thicken and to sink the flow,
break down
the fleeter sweeter bridges
over which we
might more efficaciously
discover Soul
– to quicken and to aid our sight –
to radiate
sufficiently capaciously through means
which don’t
depend on grammar’s hammer or on
the illusion
of a logical phylogeny of thought
for truly generative
thinking’s light and flight.
Electing to
release instead of fleecing facts
in some
erroneous attempt to undertake
the fraught inspection
of their use, can quite
magnificently
squeeze the fruit of life for juice,
tease out the
only antidote to psychic strife.
Wielding syllables?
– a Lilliputian enterprise:
chasing silly
swarms of dull varieties of gnat.
We can do more with consciousness than that..
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