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Odd-aye-sees' of a Perfect Ass-Revised 2
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Revised From: "Keep the Bear From Laughing" (M. Kirsh- copywrite 1988)

Do not engage a fool unless you be like him
Do not engage a fool unless he knows himself

As an anticeedant to the the president that all derives from one I presently here present a plausable accounting by retoactive rarification of my perceptions and by numerical relations of division and association my developed conception of the first fornification: which ,to start, I assume to be raw energetic,undifferentated and mindless, in light of the great, quantised, exactly parceled layout, and catagorically defined propensities of all the descendants of and inhabitants of this world. An evolved order of defined congruity- construct-an odd economic conglomerate in the name of external perfection, god as a sterile cirle, rather than god as GOD(a name, an unsymmetrical name.) Beyond grasp in the treatcherous narrows of living is the simple fact of the the origin of instincts and a defined nemisis with whom is the target of struggle with our sufferingings of our struggle: the truth of our origional birth from something as disordered andas shapeless as the impression of mud on an irregular surfac-is certainly a finite description to what our instints perceives as our instints yet we know the world as an endless could swallow the soul, be little the grave, drawf our importance, intimidate our muscle, reflect on our ohysical sature as a grain of sand to a mountain. The word infinity m,ight as well be of infinite length of infinite letters, but it is not. A circle can continue around for ever and be six feet acroos, cast no fear and has no other name or description. We might mimic or define nature as a machine with sixty thousand gears could resmeble anything,do anything,-but a gear is circular, and mathematically defineable, but only a part of something else that only has a name, is not a mathematical equation or though of as a sterile perfection,...god.. I intuitively then reduce the first fornification to be a birth of names, of a mindless intuitive searching and a stumbling conception. Explosions of raw sentiment, a landing off mark,-A contained,and timely parceled release of instantly triggered hostility, repulsion and contemptious familiarity, grown over eons to attachment, affection, and extracted gratification... An addiction and death wish searching, wall building, lumber stockpiling, a search for our births-the initial trauma-it's fears, produce, imposed troubles- to find the delivering cataclism, reduce it to its' proper place and mind space...'"they didnt even know what a kiss was...but now its' here to stay...."
My first physics instructor would have written the kiss in to the birth of life as an absolute prerequisite for its' current existence.... but it is nothing and no more or different from any birth of anykind

they collided coming round the bend, divided and started kissing
they cautiously looked around the bend
started kissing and divided
they got a telescope and started laughing
they started waring
with weapons that seek collide and multiply
[universal key words...self, room ,seek , collide, multiply
pathological state-weapons, war]



My universe, My tree
I simmered stewed it and readied it Cooked it fine
and now I need tell a wavering tail
Of a bear a tree and me
And a moonlite night
An apple
a seed
Hanging, hanging, high
One million miles across
an' atop
an'a fortnight's day
an one halfs' length
walking
.."TIME" itself
had fell to earth

An' Time itself 'ad breathed
an earthened daze
and a
Night and days'
"REFLECTION"

An' 'ad come engulfed
and eaten by a
bear at
mirth
An' 'ad come excreted
as an' unseen
an'a unsung song
of a composed compost
of 'a natures unsung music
of
a'Four by Six billion years
an'
...then a'dug a four by six squarely rounded hole... a'hide
An' a' lay untouched

New born
and reborn
Again each day
Each day
a'dreaming
awakening
a'sleeping
An' a'rebirthing
each day
an a' renewed charge
an' a' laugh
of the bear, ass, hole and
'is Holy self-reflection

As
'a any looking mirror
Do of any Ass
Milking cow
Man
Beast
A'resting or asleep or in mirth.

Or
as do any new born set learn it's new
reflection

IT 'AD LAUGHED AT ITSELF

Marvin Eli Kirsh

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