11.14

(poem abt the congruity with which beings experience)

influent thoughtwave

bewave current

joys to sads to never

dies to

rope it together is

always intact inact

inert forcepull

weightto

lone you again

just a busyb odied

friend entice enice

respect detrit

i wanna be here but i wanna be so badly you

understand. system soaring thru it

coarsed the

ones right near

some know, some feel

electric liver among between

a crampedsmall its

feelingstrings

over lap,pull

a taughttimes

machine or

living thing

that pulses its mechanic

flowers bud

to pustule

sored openred

dictatory shun

a splitting part of sum

to whole to all

another level

higher lower

like the direct

experient finite dimension

equivalent thoughturrent

comes concurrent and

im gettingaheadofm yself arenti

what i say n think is so

unreal unruly and youre so

and i just feel fear and also

and i feel here is warmest you

and i

and you

whydoeseverything have to

be sopai nful

a wandered off wanton

light feels, well, alright compared

and there's them and that's there and

a partof

youisreally all i ask

when youre outa job

like me you

turn to the

folks most

low and

greasy

upback cement

drilling tools

a congress of

all who choose

really, when we

think aboutitits

you

im a dumb blind who

oncomes death

should material

i writhe encomp

pain so sweet to

avoid