Sunday, February 8, 2009

Of Ist and Psiontics [The Lord's First Water Speaks]

fur root
lest pot
latched
dwell

within
the gloamy
floamy hule

a [P]
rotates about
its own fuel

aqueous tool seed
your hyle
like a luminous hand balloon
sits blinking

coded aloft
in the Himalayan
duskine

orange dion
the ice is striving
upon the savage eeking girls
which fall upon your
wax puppet shrine
to find the treasure herbs
grown in your secret
laboratory garden

herbs, moreover
displayed lovingly
upon enormous hypno-wheels
not unlike the floral
chronometers whose
Marvell computes
a garden

a vaunted din of gar
or avant garden if you like
but 'boasting fish'
in noise sauce
would thing its lice

poor exquisitie machines
roasting in the kosmon's
Vee

O lace-like and unfathomable
computation
of tiny oddling being

that Mercury
was a swarm of mirrored birds
descending to the T
where any thought you'd had
led any thought you'd B

Tits up
humps shown
waves hewn

new savoy cabbage
money grown as trees
and triste

now here in all the mysteries*
the germination
of ist

and psiontics

among the hue maned
Lepisosteus

"Rabbit Piss Zeus"
wills
Tongue ab Zoë
to
"Biot–Savart"











*mystery = (my ist story, M(3) [is] S(wave)*T(interference) 'tarying' (being stored) [Meaning is Wave Interference Being Stored.], mist orrery [mist or gas or chaos] c-->n see noise as coise, cause as noise) etc. It is in this way that we can find computationalism actually encoded into language itself, if the copula represents a bifurcation node as it exists in the perfomance of syntaxis within the vehicle of Zoë. This is why W,H,M all have cognates spread through the langue effluvium, ie: History, Mystery, Wisteria.

The H represents the fundamental arc of being's reification from moment to moment, the inch'allah if you will, or body electric, or simply EM, or 3. The arcing between thoughts, people, events. Earth to Hearth, Arse to Hiss. M already is W, and Wave already is Meaning, EM, 3ness, geometry, as in Einstein, Space-time is a shape, a geometry.

If you have any questions you may address me as Bohemian Uberlord, or Yeti-Bug-hand-Prinset, or anything really, I'll even answer to Monkey lad of Ezo.

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