O Speak, Sweet Bird!
From a stone mouth she frogged into platonic watery light
Her ill-fitting eye grazing prealities and slights
Her glance askance, preskewed, she was hairily nude!
She came unglued, a prude, sudden of all she knew!
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Her jaw abstaining, growing pains, her descentient gain
Sudden of all could she read her own mind, drive the cognitive train
Through lustirring mysteries, hysterical justers jousting, thinkling
Tangling, gurgling, grunting, tangoing thoughtlings from her first thinkings
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Suspensing insense, inwordless mentallic wrenching outwordy time and space
Sudden of all could she crinkle, thinkle, turn rock into grace
Foresight, preview, highlight, subview, simple view, sans overview
The eyes have it, no words for her tongue to interview
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To be devolved the first One to thinkle, Neo, a misaligned jaw, a tongue of leather
A larynx lynx growling, howling ‘love’ which never traverses the whether
Hither phonemes die as whimpers, to be cast with Circe’s pigs in the wild
Where thought proceeds in scowls, simpering cosmically abused habilis child…
Where thought proceeds in scowls --- with the owls!
Foresight, preview, highlight, subview, simple view, sans overview -- what actually exists all at once in the eternal now as prowls, as howls, as fouls...