See end of poem

  

Ends, no pleasant time

Just what we’re busy after

Stuck with material things less than Immaterial things.

I say of my self, I remain unencumbered, I will surmount my obstacle

Of its self, the all, the prospect, the explanation

How mysterious, how curious could infinite nuance be

how tempting it is to smooth over the details

No physical scan could survey how

Every thing is challengable, at least inasmuch as it remains not dare challenged.

Every instance lets say, and every argument that ignores (time span)

Its relative, both in authority and the asking the questions, and extra for dynamic characters

Ten years forward, five moves behind.

All teaches and will continue to be stuff to draw on.

What used to be more personal, now is digital

People in the right frame of mind might not be so easily obedient and manipulatable 

Me in My right frame of mind, remember what I have seen, recall simply whatever I can muster of all that I have been able to add to what I weigh it all by, i.e. my perspective

I put not only my perspective itself to scrutiny, but also my connotation by regular philosophical phonetics scrutiny. 

Just those things that are always forming, like a frogs tongue he can’t help having to always roll out, I want to say goodbye to. Those phrases, sentences, thoughts, terms, and tarrying cognitive habits, I want to tune to silence. Fade the static to muteness. 

I want to feel like a liquid or gas, like my boundaries are not some sad tense mess, and that my mind isn’t far from remembering the milky way, in its proper scope and place

That it doesn’t forget that everything is trading time, and the only thing that you get for the trade is….. time.  And all commodities are 

         TIME