Self-Concept Commutative Telegrams
In times of rain, in times of dust
In times of all being put together by permutations of singular units
We think carefully of our issues and action plans
We think of each one being empowered to choose
Elements stack and align, each of our peptides has different things to say
In shade of gloaming shadow, the Piskies prepare the tricks for They
While each to the other recounts tales of how rebellion had seemed to them,
But this is early, the moment is not yet come..
In art, wait a few moments, not always striking the first thought down
Eyes follow from the walls & mirrors & trees & birds & paintings
Each to the other chanting
Think to yourself of gems,
The street-cars cross your path with endless bipedalled mysteries
Telegramming one another cues
A self-concept obsesses over past eddies
Yet always able
To burst forth in blooms of riots of the zeitgeist
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