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There are formless furrinesses in Codes--

"that willing suspension of disbelief" (Coleridge)

fraught with psychological luggage. Who is

liberated & who isn't? "You know, I don't

think I need cash anymore, you know?"

Think in diagonal. Early December, 2010:

Delta plane sliding in Minneapolis, "a moving

impression of grandeur." Take the whiskey bottles

from the hands of drunkards, return them emptied

& ready for the insertion of a ship.

Never expect cracks in the edifice, just lick

the cow-lick of exuberant optimism

the way birds hop & sing beneath leafy branches.

Mammock the mammons, sloppy-loppy tongue

of "loose sentenced" lies from the inveigher;

"kick the possum out." Spiritual invalids

as pursuers of fantasies. I'm adrift

on an ancient sea, but an ocean of renewed

fruit. A city will rot to the core that a pinch

-penny community cannot afford; garish, pre

-tentious, dull, meaningless, inhuman, drying to

the consistency of beef jerky. But the same city

of your mind, of your heart can become a

complete garden city of peace by receiving

Yeshua, who'll renew ya. The cat moans

& shakes in sleep. I'm soon to wear the powder

of snow. Winter presses: unleashed chests compressed.

Be careful of being fleeced; "professionally

mechanical in the face." In time I will

fly away, & come to think of it, where is

The Flying Car?