In The Zone For The Art. Easing Into The Form and New Life. Poetry.

Living the outward evolving. What I've kept at stake, my heart for all sake. Ongoing transformation, learning growing, worthwhile work, thought experiments. Staying in the wonderment of still asking important questions. I'm not educated enough to be a cynic, a curious being.

Shock after shock, stalked by the bias of the oppressors culture. The haze ritual maze to blame yourself. So false. Don't be held down by resentment. No need to role play the appearances of powerful when really it's posturing bravado, stay brave in your original experience, true cognisance credo.

The train of the pace of the world is running up to a end point. Everything has been speeding up, could the roller coaster of current social conditions fly off the rails? What would be the aftermath. A mass brain fart. Make the whole world go huh!? The mass head scratch. The best kind of new beginning from once we catch up to the inhuman speeds of the machine.. we may crash. It was like a drug of hyperconnection creating hypertension. The real world resources could only bear so much tension. Now what can we mention next to speak of.

Learn all the history as need be. Whatever effects happening now sprang from old ways. Then old ways take a long time to adjust after newer means. Yet some newer means are rooted in deep past means. A coming together of means and times. Could we find tongue ties and not be only tongue tied. We will learn to sing to each other like the Neaderthals did.