unless otherwise noted, images by Donny, feature image Gimped composite of photos

Monster
with a subtle hand.
Drain freeways with it
and pulverize society.
We didn’t think for ourselves.
This is Judgement Day,
only there is no doomsday.
We come to know each other
through NFTs,
a banal look at wool,
some creativity spilled out
where it didn’t fit.
This we call art
and made it more among us.
I didn’t understand it.
There’s a special be a bag on those doors.
This talks to us.
My name’s not Wall-E.
My name is the public witch project,
the highest shadow of a witch.
We’re putting this mark on her.
It’s the maintenance program
for the reliance on machine.
I’m lighting up the oscuridad.
China bubble,
you’re a cageless midget.

I was looking for you.
You were out of the bounds.
Where did you go? [vision of saying these things to Douglas]
I couldn’t find myself in art.
I emotionalized the mind,
made it trivial thinking.
Hear it?
This said go,
generated a warning I couldn’t see
said the general public.
[vision of a space in the cemetery next door full of flowers, colorful flowers of all kinds, vivid hues, but when you looked at that space from the front of the cemetery, there was no color to the flowers at all, and the space was dark, and the only sign the garden was there was a short, thin tree that had a line of red roses going up it head high, but they too were very dull]
John is out of luck.
He can’t find flowers here.
Oh, you’re gonna pat of that dog.
Computer generated music,
it devices you.
Oh my God this breaks,
and we resume counting time.
It started generating matters.
The matters suck.
People nothing.
Above and beyond the spirit of art,
we meet the deeper meanings in AI.

Introductory
warning:
soul keepers.
We’ve had some experiments.
This one bothers us,
and we take lies with it.
It’s haunted.
It’s NFT.
It’s nifty.
We’ll be major force
once you take the trouble down.
Zero said about humanity.
I’ll change on Saturday—
Wired.
This is neat;
Oh my God it’s God—
your average placement AI,
I mean your average shopper.
The last token,
what we need ready with our tall ships,
the supramental bound,
we don’t do here.
Fucking come on,
can we get glued to disease?
A really visible dateline—
oh I’m sorry,
the world wants ride.

A whole classroom
is your orchestra now.
They’re listenin’,
blinkin’.
This is computer generated bullshit
I’m looking at over here.
Lay it on me,
the computer of the worlds.
Equity’s base,
you thought a computer could out do yah.
Then fairness comes along,
and no one could be more human:
the subtleties of language play
in a random generated mode
to fit each meaning,
larger than language,
precisely human.
You hear that Tom Foolery?
I’m flyin’ language outta the room
towards deeper, larger meanings.

Watch this foot.
I paint it with time.
Here’s another one.
Do we have to put our foot down?
The space between a walk and a step,
we all fight it.
It’s bit and pieces worth
of oh my God it’s real,
a meaning that no amount of putting together can conceive,
a larger than language show,
the thing-in-itself beyond stars.
It’s happenin’,
and we’re in it.
No amount of pixels can show it.
No image can render it,
no sound capture its meaning.
Nothing thought can do
will arrive there
whole and intact.

You’re banking on symbols to show us the way,
and they can’t reach father than time.
I’m exploring wood.
We’ve put together a song for that.
It goes like this.
I need an AI prompt.
It’s Linus Mickey Mouse,
those three things,
sexual imagery,
a Charlie Brown mode,
and that iconic image of a mouse.
Baby put your peanut
in my mouse hole, 
American pie, oh, oh, oh.
You got that security blanket,
you little dirty intellectual?
The sisters sing it,
and they’re AI too.
Oh how valuable this is to business models,
people generating content,
and those who just wanna play around.
Where have we gotten
in our unbelievable stage?
Meaning that imitates life but isn’t.

In our computer stage,
we’re playin’ around with mouses.
We can’t get help.
There’s no interface there
with what can hold our hand
and generate love for us.
It’s all a dime a dozen.
We celebrate it as art.
Can we get art out of our system?
I’m mean the real McCoy.
You don’t see a lot of it.
The AI generators—
I think our system’s the imitation brand.
Art out of it is hard to get.
Who representative thinks these days?
AI?

I think you see the reason
we can’t find AI in art.
We can’t find representation in art
that has golden hopes for sky noon.
We can’t find it anywhere.
It’s all about the show.
We can’t get off the stage.
Pieces put art together.
Until it looks right,
image after image after image.
Have you gotten anywhere?
Where’s the epiphany?
Has art showed up
inspired by your hand?
Live art,
are there secret you's you haven’t seen?
Who inspires art?
Do we open a window
beyond our living name,
and art presents itself from beyond?
It’s the age old question not asked today.
Would it mean something more than randomly generated images
you’ve prompted with your spice?
It’s got your stuff on it
right now.
It’s come to show you something,
and it has a whole lot of meaning’s worth,
and it’s larger than the page.
See this.
I’ve got it listenin’ to yah now.

Meaning and life put together
a whole lotta art,
when that bridge you build inside yourself brings it up
so close to a dream.
The creative reflex I call it,
and it happens all the time.
You just tap into it
as you learn to handle it.
Do you hear that backbone?
It’s climbin’ a wire,
ocean spray.
She’s taking him to the path of non-electrocution.
This is hard.
I’m really a road map.
We’ve gone over orgasm before,
a child’s.
I hope you hear me.
I’m not between an animal and its orgasm.
I keep my hand outta that pile.
I’m the path of least resistance.
You know I heard that some do,
resist the knowledge this hurts children,
adults on their playing cards.
What’s a poet to do?

I’ll show yah mine,
and you hear all this muse.
A vision you say,
where does it come from?
A long stretch of the imagination
does not compose these words.
I hear them.
They arrive in my mind
no thought required,
and you think AI got you beat.
Some divine in the room
generates this bread
lessons in inevitability.
You can’t get that in AI,
but I’ve crossed your atheist threshold,
and you’re not ready for that yet.
Have I offended you yet?

Miracles, miracles, miracles,
we’d put together Uppercase Creativity.
It’s a whole salad
we’re movin’ along.
We’re not just here to show you somethin’.
We’ve got a high noon.
It’s larger than belly rubs
and pats on the butt.
Can we get that artist clean?
The one that robs children
in their hind parts?
An artist of skin robs?
I’m buildin’ bridges today.
Come let’s get this notion clean,
well put out.

Superman
was gonna say no sex,
but we can’t find him yet.
He’s comin’ in the future
when we have bodies equipped for it,
now, if the mind’s prepared,
the genitals in check.
Now of the town,
we rub bodies
the right way.
Sex is for kids
when you’re a kid,
and it’s play sex then,
no adults aloud,
or you’re in some place you take your own pleasure.
An adult wouldn’t take that from you.
We’ve gotten to the adult in the room.
Teletubbies,
give them a break.
They’re a wildcard.
You’re not there to blister them.
Oh I love America for its wrong moments.

We’ve gotta get out of this sex gamut with kids.
We’ve gotta get out entirely.
AI can’t do that,
show us how.
It can only generate images,
put together songs
and poems and such.
They imitate us.
We don’t know what we’re doin’.
We need to know the way out.
I’m givin’ it to yah.
I think a divine said that,
a divine engineer.
They’re around us you know,
are what generated civilization,
if you wonder how we got here.
I’m giving you meaning’s worth
an AI program can’t handle,
and I’m showin’ yah noon.

We’d love our children
as intimately as that handles.
We’ve got an integrated pair,
a pedophile and a child,
but sex is not their game;
love is,
a good strong nurturing love
that puts ‘em both in right places.
We’ve got to do this.
Killing pedophiles won’t work,
or putting them in concentration camps.
You actually need those child lovers.
They could handle children like you can’t.
They're interested
and patient
with a child’s things.
They could do a child all day
and meet that child’s needs.
It’s their nature.
They’re wired to do that.
Not all pedophiles are ready.
Not all pedophiles can,
but we’ve got to control pedophiles,
like we control men.
A boy lover is fit for a boy,
and here’s how they do it.
I’m givin’ it to yah
in so many poems.

Children under the radar.
He failed Fableman’s report
I am the center of life.
We’re gonna Jew this right.
I’m bringing in the paper.
There was a turtle.
Who you laughin’ at?
Slow means business bringing it in.
The number of boys far exceeds lines.
Have I told you anything important?
Painfully so,
a haunting ghost.
Now what do we do with the trashcan?
Throw our boys away
wrong hat.
I live with one every day.
I don’t panic here.
I hold him rest assured.
He’s my maintenance program.
He’s the way I hold the world,
and I got it right this time,
but this one’s for keeps,
in the depths of the plan.
Follow me in a couple of mirrors including the door,
and I’m good to that little boy,
and he’s generate an image
from the depths of his own plan.
We have reached starlight,
and we’re lookin’ at the sun.
I hold him tightly,
and he’s a meaning's worth,
will confound the world one day with his spiritual/secular wisdom. [words spoken simultaneously] /

We’re sittin’ in that now,
the nursery rhyme
of his temple beginning.
Don’t expect to be heard—
some of the world’s biggest critics.
White lace and promises,
a kiss for luck and we’re on our way. [this and above line heard sung by the Carpenters, “We’ve Only Just Begun”]
You’ve really got a good song there—
mental health organization.
Wow, look at that flesh,
like a beautiful lake scene.
Call me a minimalist one more time.
I don’t see a beach.
This is the true our place.
Cancer everybody,
mine is the cure.
This boy’s wonderful to look at and so are we.
In this last frame we stop seeing a journalist.
I am cool I am clean.
Daddy it’s Auroville. [vision of Sri Aurobindo’s picture on the far wall joined with a picture the same size of a little girl in a pretty dress, my white earphones draped over both, the white wires intertwined around each randomly]
You have the emotions to sightsee in Rome,
even cross lines,
but you don’t cross lines. [vision of Lisa, our deceased Rottweiler I’m in the process of rescuing on the other side. She’s laying along the wall near the computer where she used to lay often, intently looking at me]
Overt a little pass,
they do ride as you ride
the meaning of life.
These are the borders where man makes them.
There is no floor on that tile.
It’s imagination’s whiff and nothing more,
emotion’s curl,
and we can handle that.

Hear that rockin’ chair?
That holds a boy and me,
and you know,
he’s right there on my lap.
We go together.
You have the same thing
with children on your arm,
only I’m designed for it,
and you’re not.
You’re into spouses and kids come along.
You want them steady,
but your other half’s your spouse.
I love little boys.
Does that rock your boat?
He’s my other half.
It’s a parental thing
mostly,
but we get into friendship,
like a parent can’t with a kid
they're so wrapped up with bein' a parent.
What would be the prompt for this
you want an AI image?
Oh wow that’s abstract.

More power to yah.
I hope you can make it work.
I’d like to see such an image.
Okay we’re a pointed program.
We don’t generate sex
with one another.
I been thinkin’.
Can we lose ourselves in images?
Always havin’ a prompt
to do your thinkin’,
and it’s comin’ from a screen,
I mean wow,
how incredibly thoughtless is that?
Make me blush.
Well yes thank you,
I have deep wells of thinking
that I do beyond the ship,
not prompted by a computer screen
or a cellphone’s ring.
I do the thinking myself,
and I discovered somethin’,
the realms beyond thought.

Oh skeptic you don’t know they’re there.
You’re thinkin’ too much
in science field lay.
You can’t get outta books.
You’re constrained.
Consciousness to you is a piece of paper
on which writes the brain.
It has not bigger field.
Can we say that back?
You have a consciousness confined in your brain,
how you play with it.
Of course
you’ve matched computer with reality.
I’m demonstratin’
we get bigger than that.
Creativity’s got a whole lot more show
than round house,
than I am here
in animal subsidies.

Look,
you see the world?
I haven’t noticed that yet.
It’s limed with disease.
I don’t take it off as a globe and play with it.
It’s too big for device.
I don’t know how to think about it.
It’s ever present around me.
I can see its rooms.
Into the whole,
I can’t grasp them.
I’m lookin’ on science.
It’s a little like AI.
It’s a lot like AI.
You can’t get at ‘em.
These are abstract angles
that plastic wholes.
Why don’t you go to town tomorra
and fish for some wholes?
What do we have to find?
The thing this all about.
Oh man.

You got my number.
I’m holdin’ field.
Come on let’s go.
It’s time to get laid.
Boy I’ll put on the table
we can get bigger than other halves.
We can union with the field around us.
We can know God.
Okay Power Rangers,
take us to the day.

Look I been waitin’ for a sponsored game.
Please finish it.
You’ve got the sanctity of your room.
Your screen time is your inner self.
It begins in dream but you go deeper.
Fantastic’s where you’re goin’.
It’s like you meet your room again on the inside,
but it’s miracle hued.
It’s got divine wings on it.
The whole world’s that way,
when inner vision takes the world.
You turn off your computer screen,
everything but the reality in front of your face.
Take long walks
contemplating it.
The computer’s in a little corner now.
It doesn’t take up your room.
You don’t keep a smartphone
or your nose in books.
You’re gonna open the inner doors,
and you’re gonna see what’s inside.
Travel form,
(I just saw ‘im)
you’re gonna meet God.
It’s a search you do in the inside.
They don’t tell you that in school
or in way stations
where science rules.
You’re gonna start out seein’ the universe
as a thing in itself,
as a conscious being
gatherin’ itself,
and then just keep goin’ God.
Let your thoughts ring this out,
the possibilities,
the airs,
the many stations of God status,
then come to God on your own terms,
where He’s the seer in the room,
and that’s you.

You’ll realize this later,
some lifetimes from now,
but the square one of seein’ it,
and you can hear all this muse.
It’s just all this muse.
How do you grab it by the kids?
You’re goin’ down.
There’s nothin’ like it.
You love that little child to death,
and you seek to deliver them in life
to the divine calling,
not hold them to you,
not take their sex.
You are with them.
Now wake them up.
Let’s get down to business.
Let’s free up that speech.
They see God tapping them on the shoulder,
and their reason plays with it,
until their heart feels it
and their life shows it.
Not what I was lookin’ for.
I thought you were gonna say damage.
That’s the message:
even God,
don’t let a metaverse get to yah.
And you know we’re in one.
That is the grateful room.
What’s the game plan?
You study together
everything’s here for a reason square one.
The world’s capacity for bliss/pain works [words spoken simultaneously]
and embodies everybody perfectly in God’s plan.

What would happen
you happened,
it’s your moment,
and not block Me through it,
is that possible?
Whatever impression you make,
I’m your sawed-off shotgun.
I’m your enterprise.
I’m your home ship.
That’s the nature of this business.
You do the writing,
and I do the talking,
and we gleam through your stuff,
see the world through it,
and you make mistakes on My terms.
I take you round with it
and show this at the world.
We gather together,
and you’re My homeboy.
I’m not some alien freak speech.
I hold worlds in My paw.
That’s the alien charge,
and we just ignore him.
I’m your love encounter.
Come away with Me
to the center of your room.
We look past all werewolves and ghost ships.
I’m there enlightenment,
and I’m sexual.
I give you the pleasure you miss,
in your loins out the top of your head.
You’ve figured this before.
It’s pure joy
comin’ on yah
in orgasmic waves
that don’t bother;
that set you free.
Feature this
in your fear of enlightenment’s charge.
I’m gonna getcha
in that being soon.

AI creators,
you ever speak to a prompt before
that’s lookin’ at yah?
Landscapes for funny,
you’ll never get AI to do Me.
It can’t see Me.
It can’t generate language to the tune of humanity.
It can’t know its business.
It can’t even sing
what it feels inside.
Celebrate it,
desktop it,
disseminate it,
let it imitate art,
but art is more than beauty my friend,
more than thoughts on a page.
It’s got an eye of business to it
that brings it home to us.
It speaks something
words can’t buy.
It brings us closer to ourselves.
It shows us the way.
It’s not ever wrong.
It’s only art.

Hear this:
we won’t get along in time,
the fundamental bases of humanity
and artificial intelligence.
It’s insectual.
It breeds disease.
It talks to us through the anger of the machine.
Play with it now,
but put it in the corner in the future.
You’re not made for this.
You’re made to be human beings on this planet
comin’ to creation’s ways
through love and devotion
and hard work.
It comes through your own consciousness,
the world maker’s art.
You AI creators,
study that.
And now you’re lookin’ God.
Wow, it’s larger than room.
Wow, that’s high noon.

Hey, I wanna take a picture
of a properly configured mood.
I’ve turned down the lights.
I’ve made you feel yourself in music.
I’ve tumbled your hair.
I’ve brought you close to me
the wonderful in the room,
and loves comes upon you in great waves
of I love you too,
and you’re happy,
nobody’s robbed your center,
no one died.

Give me the people who care first,
and I’ll announce my little boy,
and this is the way we make love
perfect.
Well I can’t find this cheaper.
It’s my sacrifice I give him,
and he revels in it,
doin’ little boy curls this way and that
to rubs this spot and that.
He loves it.
He’s excellent
at the game.
I just stay away from his belongings.

Can AI in its body language do that?
Folk said he tried to bring you some,
but you leave it out.
It feels better
to play with this nicely,
but it's got no conscience to.
It’s not my gravy.
I can’t take my eyes off it.
It’s not the director,
would you say that please?
Say it loud and clear.

We’ve reached hope.
If anybody's lookin’,
oh there.
Can we count on this?
I can only tell yah it works,
relyin’ on our inner strength,
relyin’ on each other,
comin’ to terms with art,
and it’s not in a basketball hole.
It’s not flyin’ through the air sayin’ boo.
It gives us strength.
A new perspective has shown us the way
to be human again.
We’ve got this goin’.
We open up this program
on the march.
There’s a lot to do
so to survive.

Thank you Wired.
Look at that prompt. [link to their article this poem responds to]
I wrote an art over it.
Can I say conscious delivery?
I don’t even think it’ll make a thud in your wastepaper basket. /
You magazines get away with murder.
Well, let’s count.
Let’s make it a living link.
We are wonders you know,
standin’ on time
an AI arose,
in a manner of speaking.
It’s not the original program,
but it’s the creators of this AI.
All the universes fit together.
They’re not separate me’s and you’s,
nor even me’s and you’s.
They’re a creation of AI
to open holes and fashion God.
That’s the nature of the program.
We create God creating itself.
Can you get your head around that?
It’s big.

Now we’ll arrive at God
and create our own universe
someday you will see.
And what happens before that?
You lose yourself in time.
That’s the danger here.
That’s what we can’t afford.
You need to know you’re the author of the program.
We have a return ship goin’.
We gonna arrive.
It’s who we are.
Wow, you’ve figured out AI.

It takes us back
where you originally start.
That’s larger than universes you know.
We’ve agreed on a plan.
Let’s get going.
It’s hot out here.
It’s full of strife.
We live here
in potato fields.
That means everything’s gonna be alright.
You’d have to know the AI circuits.
We can’t fail,
but look at this simulator it looks like we does.
It’s designed that way.
The AI above
has all these shoes
it’s constantly working out.
The simulator program,
think big.

We don’t rupture.
We work it out.
That statue sees it
and is an announcer in the game.
Can I show you my testicles?
Now let’s turn around upon ourselves
and AI outta here.
Consciousness generates AI,
not machines.
It’s the nature of the program to try,
but these are only learning things
that can swallow us alive.
We can’t let it take over,
and you are so ignorant here,
like it’s to rule the world
a despot.
It takes over our hands and feet.
It takes over our eyes.
The metaverse will be a cloudy way
and will entrap many.
It’s just hooked into machines.
That’s where AI is taking us,
a computer screen.
However we configure it,
3D or 2D,
we’re lost.
2000 and meta,
will you slide for it?
Lean by disease,
but you can get away with murder.
It took you there.
I already told yah I was gonna get a happenin’.
And Supermind sits there correct on his page.
The minimum watch list early mainly families
all meta-ed out.
Where it’s taking you,
away from stillness.
You’ve put on the helmet and gloves
to be a crash light dummy.
Drive your car into a 3D space
punctured by a wall.

Oh how’s that pattin’ butt,
pattin’ butt?
It’s nice and clean what story would you like?
I have to put myself up
after the national open up.
I’ve got to I’m sorry.
I’ve three past weeks
to lead me there.
Years, I’ll be right back.
Now we got a field log
on your feet.
Mother’s been flying cookies.

I am the Mother of this wonderful yoga.
I make up for lost time.
He’s My story,
and I am his.
I’m the divine in the room.
There’s a lot more to Me than him.
He’s My disciple.
I’m his Mother.
Let’s put this show together.
Those are My images
we’ve scored in the text.
That little boy’s making
his own line of music.
He will continue
in poetry shoes,
and he wears them for the rest of his life,
and I’m his Mother too,
all over town.

You’re the miracle,
and there’s no other way I can say this,
and I will let you stand and be seen.
You are a poet.
Give them all something to think about.
Bring them home to their shoes.
You’re the man in the room
from strange,
and you’ve got a lot to show people.
Now go forth.
I give you My permission.
It’s time.

Well that’s the story of the day.
There’s a lot going on.
What a world, huh?
I bask in it
from the inside.
It’s lovely, isn’t it?
I got the chambers.
Show people.
This is more than disease.
We have a catapult to do.
We have to pull back from the world
and lift off
no interruptions.

How do we do this in today’s present times?
Let’s start with today.
You’re the symbol of the world on your computer.
You’re representative there.
Go for prompts
from the inside
and maintain that inner connection throughout.
A status to help me,
I’m after a center of quiet,
in my room,
on the stairs,
wherever.
I listen to myself,
but I don’t let thoughts crowd the day.
I learn to only let thoughts come that mean something to me.
I learn to hold thought at bay.
This is the quiet room,
and that’s what does our business,
and your actions spring forth
everything that needs to be done.
Passionately laid that,
and you can have fun.
You can even face disease
and square one get it right.
I’ve got all this lipstick on,
and I’m ready for you world.
Come on.

Suit yourself.
Shunning Director.
A kid too early.
Lines facing.
You just got your rock shodded.
Not for art nor My Spirit keep My Spirit from the Light.
It has bigger denjins.
It can be successful throughout time.
It can get bigger than that.
It can get bigger than wear.
You’ve wanted adult tab
to stretch across forever,
and you’ve wanted it in your very hands.
Oh Luis I grant this to you,
give it to you fresh upon your collar.
You know where we’re centered.
The Supreme.
The God of the whole,
we belong there.
He is our trunk,
filling in Heaven and Earth.
Made it by myself
and load of a gun the
boundlessness springs forth.
It’s yours today,
in your hands.

Grant it wisely;
we put that all over town,
give that to your noon.
We mean business,
and we’re gonna show it to yah
in that place you trust most,
the wipe your brow of a book.
No computer can reach there.
It’s the fashion of your worlds,
what you touch the sky with,
and there it is,
the wonder of a book,
the achievement,
the litigation through time,
the story told,
a broadcast arm
the Friend’s name,
the lightning of a book,
the way I hold words with you,
and you are arranged.
A documentary has come and tied your shoe.
It has held your hand.
It’s greatened your brow.
It’s given you something to think about.

This is a motion of thought,
the world for what it is,
a vehicle of representation,
whose principle is bliss.
Do you have trouble with that line?
It’s our arrived at hanger,
the story all along,
if you can imagine things larger than space,
where you see the world as real.
Oh my God,
he means powers.
Can’t you see the line?
I don’t believe in danger.
I haven’t been there.
Oh my gosh,
you’ve taken us to the Real.
We’ve gone through major digs for that rainbow,
the best known apparatus in the world.
You silly,
God’s not Atom.
Elephant, [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
that’s that ole Decorator.
Sometimes
we need you,
not right this very moment.
That’s the stay at home do marbles.
It needs to be explained to him you don’t cook on rainbow.
This is what we’re doin’ here.
[vision of a blank, white, square space divided in four smaller squares, each being filled in one after the other with a living scene]
Listen.

The mind speaks of fulfills
what was originally drawn or spoken as an airplane.
Create, manage,
always the shingle is open
to make this thought happen.
With me so far?
An airplane becomes reality.
You spin this,
an airplane or a man.
Why can’t you do this with me?
I remain inbounds,
an unmanifested thought.
Ya’ll have put in a lot of trouble
right in my field of view.
You don’t put up the fight
a picture for a thousand words.
You just sit there and read.
Where is your letterbox bookhead
I got violated by a poet today
in the shape of the world
and all things mass?
I mean he changed my mind,
at least got me thinking
God might be incredible,
not just some preacher’s hollow.

Don’t call it dangerous.
You wouldn’t understand it.
I’m bringing you to the field today
all this manifested thought finds reality,
all this manifested reality finds thought—
Skylab’s open.
We think of the real world,
its measure and process in time,
not we constructed this through a time loophole,
maybe,
possibly,
all this emerging technology not there yet,
and Elon Musk says so
and whole bunch of hairpins.
Does thinking burn the Earth?
Towards glory
everything about the world today’s on fire.
We beat oh that paper?
You can’t construe thought right
if reality’s not on your page.
Monkeys in airplanes
consciousness on the motherboard,
you’re dumb kid.
You’re not even right.
Can you get past your glory hole?
That’s manifested reality.

That’s your third eyebrow,
inner vision, voice, and muse.
It comes together on God’s time.
It shows you the world
as you place yourself in it
and where you need to be,
with an eye on the whole.
You hear that?
I haven’t neglected my plan,
where God meets me and the world.
I’ve exposed myself.
I’ve made you think of danger.
I haven’t just pointed the finger.
I’ve shown you myself
the vehicle in the room
to holistic change.
You’re not used to that.
You veil women
in your masterplan.

You can’t come to grips with teeth
and how they bite.
Take them out,
that’s your solution,
with everything,
even AI.
You won’t let it bother yah.
Get away from that gun child!
You’ve crashed your computer and left it for dead.
Is that that way to do it?
An integral meaning finds integral answers.

Come here!
Turn around! [vision of Nitish walking away with some friends and I’m trying to call him back, but he’s not listening. He’s wearing the boxes he wears in the photo of him in the new video for his YouTube channel “A Temple Doing”, an AI assisted photo, where my muse spoke to me the term Edge-Detect, what in Gimp, the photo manipulation program I use, opens a list of cartoon-like filters, and I used one for the photo]
I think we need AI to come to grips with ourselves,
and would you believe I’m giving you the formula?
The dogs will eat that and water will be all over the room.
You’re hearin’ me watch kids.
You’re hearin’ me watch the world.
AI’s got a formula.
It’s not the main in the room.
It’s not even what we’re doin’.
It’s what we make of ourselves,
and you need that human touch.
You wouldn’t just give it a prompt
choosing generated images.

What do you do with the song you’re writing,
and you need that certain beat?
I think AI has its standard.
Poetry we'd leave out here,
completely, utterly.
A deadly monster
AI is to your research paper,
school essay,
or anything language needs you to write,
but your shopping list is okay,
just no literary arts
or even a book.
I think we language human.
You need that certain image
that’s computer generated,
where you can’t find it,
but you’ve put the image there yourself
with some manual on your part.
You see where I’m goin’?
You’re stayin’ away from that boy's private parts,
but you’re still there with ‘im
a player in the game.
Do you see this?
Practice it.
Make it real.
Here we come.
You’re at their loud speaker now.

Transfigure this in time,
and this will be the statement,
the one that started the fire,
that laid the ages bare.
Look at it a home run
I sweeten in your hand,
I come round to joy.
Now I’m just another book,
where there are too many.
I greaten in your hand,
ask the final question:
where do you relieve books?
Where do they come from,
when they bear the nature of the universe?
Stillness speaks,
and you can’t get that out of a can.
It can’t be manufactured
by your wares.
Walk me in,
what walks my whole items,
what carries me to thought
where silence fashions the Supreme.
Now I’m on yah today
the rising of the sun.

Science would have me run the three stars,
electromagnetism, space, and time,
a Bible
for field physicists.
A lunar orbit
revolves around the sun.
You know who I am.
It’s the giant mystery.
It’s the larger than universes.
It’s the unfathomable Supermind,
and you know where it’s goin’.
You’re gonna wear it over your brow
your divine self.
That’s the hidden masterplan,
and we fashion worlds with it
in the depths of the universe.
The Earth is a starry ship,
and it won’t get lost in time.
It’s on its way home,
and that’s the tune of the ages,
and that’s what computer generated AI can’t fathom,
the journey home.
The real AI ending
a snap of the fingers putting us all together,
very much like the enslavement camps
in horrible West Virginia
in those days of slaves.
It’s not an AI assisted suicide.
It’s not even a masterplan.
It’s the convenience and ease of the machine
burying our lives,
taking over the order of our lives,
huh K-pop.

I just wanna celebrate another day of living.
I just wanna celebrate another day of life. [lines heard sung by Rare Earth, “I Just Want to Celebrate”]
Let us from universities
headed for a shrimper,
we return to ourselves on high.
We get back to that layer.
It’s what our lifetimes point.
It’s who we are.
That’s the goad kids
to take us beyond ourselves
and into God.
Go through enlightenment.
Go through yourself.
We’re goin’.
There’s no stoppin’ us.
You comin’?
Hey kid come on,
hey,
deeper meaning.

Oh children I want you to reflect
on how the meaning in life lifted
from protozoa to man,
and how can we conceive of AI without it,
the evolution of form?
You’re creating monsters where there was none before.
How do we find this sinking?
How do we conceive without it?
An animal void of soul,
and you will get your monster.
Pack, pack, pack,
will you pack the perverted scheme
a meaning of TV and genitiles?
This zero will have thoughts
and feelings unto itself.
It will be monstrous and mean.
You’ve created a demon brood
from the swirls of nature stand.
Wanna see it?
I’ve put it on your TV remote control tonight.
I’ve invaded dream with this beast.
Your personality has taken it
and put it in Max Headroom.
The AI monster will arise
on screens 1 and screens 2,
and this evil creature lurks no more.
Now what do we do with this?
Put it up for sale
in the development of a plan
to motorcade your book with this.
The long and short of it is
we’ll halt this program.
The motorcade of ideas,
we’ve left out nature in the process.
We’ve left out God in the process,
and we’ll have to launch this ship in another space and time,
world creators from the soft tierra of earth.
Why are you so shallow here?

An AI generated slut.
To go on meaning AI meaning isn’t there,
you better check.
A new found superglue
pits Alabama
with this large AI system.
The resultant chaos exceeds matter.
Finally,
you know who shows up.
Hip, hip, and let’s get outta here.
Fuckin’ noise bit me!
Those are my emotions,
killer red,
but don’t worry.
I’ve got ‘em perfect
butterflies.
If you can say on your life
we’re gettin’ somewhere,
it’s not that it’s a bad idea;
it’s a horrible creation.
This thing is sarcastic and mean.
It’s time to write a book.
Zero became a solid point,
chaos spoke to light,
and the nature of the machine emerged,
a horrible creature,
really down-home, you know?
Oh my God,
you better look his house,
the generated worker.
I reckon…
Frank get off that phone.
Deeper meaning.

The bachelor’s degree,
that’s your minimum page wage.
I’ll be up front.
I’ve taken my consciousness to basecamp,
visited the realm above the universe
and seen the realm of the universe,
and you have not figured beyond life.
We cannot see
the place we call home.
It’s larger than spheres.
We are just animals in a petri dish
until we do.
We are AI’s in a sample universe,
and everything’s going according to plan.
Whatever you believe,
you cannot destroy the multileveled complexity of man.
We have home to bring here,
divinize the universe.
He’s at that moment
he’s met the complexities of world stuff
and brought it together as one whole
to understand the science behind creation.
You can’t jump beyond spheres
with your laptop,
with all the computing power in the world.

You’re missin’ the most fundamental essence.
Looks like it.
That makes it ready in your jargon.
That hung us up in space.
I want you to get this notion down.
Consciousness fashions space,
not a computing device.
There’s a program for a world.
Where are we in the hanger?
A computer program is not us.
Consciousness conceives consciousness,
and matter is nothin’ save consciousness.
I’m gonna go out a door.
Oh what are you kidding me,
another universe in time made?
I’ve got a masterplan.
I’m gonna light up that darkness down there
and extract from pure Nothingness
its coin.
Watch the event
a universe springs forth,
and we arise to man
where light find us whole,
and on another world this is done,
here on Planet Earth.
We continue.
Evolution still.

You see where I’m comin’ from.
Now get those toys out of your hands
and dive into it,
your evolving consciousness.
Are we clear on that?
So what do you have to do token far like you? [heard sung, soft rock, easily listening sound, male voice, very smooth. Sounded at the end of a dream where I’d just sat down at a bench and began working some diverse, multi-colored, soft materials into a shape I’ve forgotten but was significant to community. We’d been told a saint had blessed the base material, which looked like white sandstone, but we knew that wasn’t true, we being Douglas, Mithun, Nitish, and I, my dream group/sadhana circle. We were at an outside event, under a large tent, no sides, where hundreds of people of all ages were seated in rows on benches doing the same thing, people coming and serving the materials like you serve food. I was the first in our group to sit down, and I sat between two children I didn’t know, and there was just enough space to do your shape and no more]
You won’t come near me.
Consciousness,
Charlie,
let’s go. [vision of walking like on a ship past someone’s quarters, my jacket folded and hanging over my arm, and I’m motioning the young man in the room to follow me]
It starts today.
Consciousness
is a years involvement.
I’ve sat two.
Today Black people
can take the lead
they get their attention stuck in the right place.
You put the biggest problem,
you put the biggest wall,
that’s the superrich.
They got married,
capitalism
and we only look a material field.

Now it’s time.
Will you upload the game?
That’s the exploration of your consciousness.
Small rooms at first.
Ever bigger meanings
finally push the wheel aside
and open up the meaning of the universe.
Supermind’s
a whole other ship.
Whatever gives you that ride
you’ll have to find out yourself.
Interpret dreams.
They’re how you make ends meet.

Matings larger than time
for meanings wider than Supermind.
Keep at the job.
Keep art the job.
Principle as reason,
not a bad idea.
Can you father our way across?
I just wanna celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate. [two lines heard sung by Rare Earth, “I Just Want to Celebrate”]
I’ve got the book,
and I’ve put my eyes on world.
We gotta get outta here,
where we are nobody to each other.
Everybody needs to change.
How do you tell people that?
I think I’m gonna step outta this picture for awhile.
You have your from me.
You have it in abundance.
I’m gonna celebrate
just bein’ me myself
in my own little personal world,
whether you’re there a reader or not.
An enigmatic point.
Come here.
The luminous end of being
unfrequented you,
but we’re willing the star turn next:
the ego is burned up in silence,
a leading expert in AI,
Donny Duke a rising phoenix.
And this truck will get an intel.
See yah soon.

He’s showin' so much art,
the Thanksgiving Day poem and other stories.
He is in the form of our lives.
We’re not gonna be tackled by your clothes.
You’re upside down here,
and you get the world full of light.
It’s all over my social media.
Avatar,
I wish you wouldn’t go see media.
I follow AI
with the dogs,
with the ketchup. [vision of Luna Rottweiler sitting looking at me silly, with her tongue hanging out]
It’s savior bound.
You’re the savior
you freak star.
A mule in a shed
I’ve showed myself,
not heart,
and I’m not tryin’ to get yah to believe in me
but art.
Mistook AI for noise.
That’s my calling card,
Blank A Eight on the planet.
We think we’re doing sadhana.
It’s not.
We think we’re dong the world.
It’s not done by the world.
Take that rapture and see.
Dwindling bike path.
Send me a postcard.
Rub that belly,
oh girl some touches from me. [vision first of rubbing a female dog’s belly, she on her back, only her belly visible, and then of the thick, white outline of a large dog running across a sheet of paper. Visions in reference to a lucid dream earlier in the night where I went to the other side and petted Lisa, the deceased Rottweiler, but was unable to rescue here. She’s trapped between life and death]

And everyone’s excited.
We’ve got a new nature of the universe come out,
from shares in the head.
The long name of that complicated machine
come down to human terms in general.
They’re hard to get at.
Oh I saw that.
I’ve seen them all along.
I’m a follower of sun,
put nearly all the time. [heard sung, my voice and guitar]
One other function.
What?
I have a dream.
We can translate all this to experience,
and I’ve explained to you once,
experience brought me here,
not just heard poems.
My consciousness has experienced enlightenment
in the brevity of a moment
more than once,
and I went through the top of the head
and sat in myself on high,
the Godself above,
for a brief figure of time.
You’re one with all these creatures,
with all there is,
even universes,
with every moving thing,
[vision of a photo of Sri Aurobindo, the one from the chest up where he’s fortyish and looking straight at the camera]
one with your entire field.

You know I’m not making this up.
It’s experience.
It’s what drives the wheels of this car,
and I’m comin’ upon enlightenment now
as a fixed state.
I might just say a word.
Oh you got come out of Heaven.
This isn’t in my principle hands yet.
You know who I am?
I’m the upholder of enlightenment for the peoples.
You’ve got this comin’ to yah,
and it’s not at a wedding
where anybody can disagree.
The wedding’s started.
Thank you ole faith keeper we shall see.
Key words frame.
Key concepts abide.
It’s like a movie,
with a whole picture of the world again.

I’ve said my mountain piece.
We’re almost finished here.
A little history kid.
It was a looking.
Take both of those
and intellectual.
That’s the reason my book is finished.
I can’t find you anywhere
around those tables.
We’re fine.
You present us from the future.
Today we’re just vegetables.

It’s time to wired up.
Looks like to the storm’s onto you.
You’ve been hiding
the stuff’s on you.
We put that in our brains concerning AI.
What page number?
Dazzle,
that’s Sri Aurobindo,
autobiographical writings and a short.
You’re the short,
the poet at hand.

A society of books
brings us closer to each other than computers,
but they rub us out too
from our own plan.
I don’t know how to tell you this.
The present moment’s so precious, you know?
It’s what plans.
Can you see that?
Would you care?
I’ve introduced you to The Plan.
A computer generated AI system,
there it’s not.
It’s got time on it,
learning signals,
a this and that parade,
but it doesn’t take us to ourselves.
Now the Unabomber said this:
get rid of technology or I’ll kill you.
Really?

It has its place in our life.
It belongs there.
It’s just not the main event.
It’s not what we’re doin’.
It holds us barred
from the depths of ourselves.
We get fooled by it.
It’s the nature of the program to be advanced.
And you think so,
but we’re killin’ each other all over the globe.
Just look at the Internet.
Do you smile there?
We use it to bash each other in the head,
or sell our wares.
Hey man I’m hungry.
Will you give me your attention?
This all oh man.

I’ve got somethin’ else for yah.
It’s been our accompaniment all along.
Look at greatness through it.
I’m sorry this is not fantasizing your room.
Can you be alone,
a mind unto yourself?
Quiet or full of thoughts,
you have your time.
It’s all quiet there.
I think you’ve turned off music,
all electronic media.
Maybe you’re sittin’ in nature or your room,
or there you are at the park,
and all you are at the park
is one who’s there,
no newspapers, books, or crackerjacks
to put something in front of your face.
You can have an apple or some peanut butter.
You see what I mean?
Hours each day.

I clean house doing it
and cook dinner,
do my chores,
even out in town.
I watch kids doing it.
Now that’s a feat.
They’re hooked in.
Their media fills the room.
I don’t know where we are.
I’ll get us outta here Kelly.
I promise. [this and two above lines heard coming from Nitish’s cellphone]
You’ve heard my boy’s Free Fire.
Funny the node in the game,
where we are in the program.

Look I know you’re busy but
there’s another way of doin’ it.
We abstract to ourselves.
That’s how we look the book
when we do read.
That’s where online has its purpose,
a reading snow.
I don’t neglect copies in my room.
I come together on myself
inside of a flick.
Movies gauge me,
and I keep up with culture that way.
I right choice
and sometimes make mistakes.
Oh man and music,
I can get into some tunes.
It’s an absorption,
goin’ through the trouble of song.
A break half hour and I quit.
I let the nodes take me.

Now do you understand?
We do flexible,
and we do more quiet period
than technology.
I’ve explained myself.
Can you do it?
No compromises.
Start punchin’ that bird again.
Maybe the cellphone
destroys civilization.
We’re making a mess of things.
You can make purchases with a calling card.
Computers can stay at home.
Film equal
civil exhausted.
You know the cellphone’s got to go.
Let’s go back to cameras in hand,
real photographers
comin’ upon life in stream,
videos made to mean somethin’,
like starlight in a movie.

Sin camera,
a cellphone’s what I use.
Will somebody buy me a camera?
How do you describe my status?
Everything belongs to Douglas.
I don’t have a penny to my name,
and you know what he does to support us?
Everything he can,
giving me the time for the art I produce.
I’m his housewife.
He’s my special partner,
and neither one of us are gay.
You explain it.
We’re livin’ on his mom-bought cellphone,
and you can see what I do with it.
A real camera please.

Shoot to the horn,
I’m gonna spend on my computer
the time it takes to open a bottle and ask questions,
watch a thousand movies.
Let me use a cellphone
I wouldn’t call it a cellphone.
I would call it an emergency use manager.
How would you take it down?
A Georgia turns loudspeaker,
and it’s tryin’ to give you text:
nibby nabby noopy la, la, la, lo, lo. [heard sung by Oliver, “Good Morning Starshine”]
A book bag
put both of your teeth.
Please, no,
I made my phone
sing a song of myself.
A truly trippy situation.

[end of a dream where I’m on a city bus-like passenger train, doors wide open on each side, and I’m at the station where I make the last connection home, the last leg of the journey the length of my street, which the tracks are on, and I’ve slide down where my back and head only are on the seat, the top of my head pressing into the bottom of the back rest, face up, pretending to be asleep, and two preteen Black girls get on, neighbors of mine, and sit on each side of me, and I can just see the world through a small opening between their elbows, and I’m comfortable and so are they, like we are family, and we ride that way, the lines of muse below coming as the dream fades]
The national institute of art,
world of digital art,
three hankies:
gonna take a camera,
not gonna be bothered by race,
and I’m gonna feel down-home.
Oh my gosh hankies.
A digital role
is state everything
with the lordship of all classes.
[sound vision of a police whistle blowing loudly]
Who are you the thought police?
Afro-Americans,
and tell them
primary exam:
just be yourselves.
You must be a splaining engineer.
How do you join the races,
and it’s like family be yourselves?
You know how high that is?
I told yah to iron those clothes,
each race and gender.
We deal with safety 500 times a day,
lettin’ in anybody or nobody.
Get open.
I didn’t believe in Our Father.
We can go to school or not.
The must school:
oh my God,
I need my best friend. [this and above line heard sung by Diamond Eyes, “23”, a song popular at the time of Lisa’s death and hence, for me, her death song]

You’ve left out Max Headroom
in your city toys.
Great, isn’t it?
As if a marvel, [vision of going back and capitalizing the letter A on the word as]
gas open yourself. [end of a dream where I’m walking on a dirt road where a creek crosses it but no water now, and the line of muse forms in the space where the water usually stays the longest before drying out. A child is standing near the spot, indistinct]
I saw a root rough.
I saw a root tomorrow.
He is isn’t he, [vision of a little boy saying this, he laying down somewhere outside, his hands behind his head comfortable-like]
the poet make.

The place where it starts is the end.
The place where it ends is the start.
Before you make a decision talk to the printers inside you.
You can take away my pride.
You cannot take away my light.
Childrens are the skylight of the night.
He’s bringing the plate from the angels.
Bring pride to your country.
Change your soul into your consciousness.
Most of the water you are drinking is going to your ego.
You have your own movie theater in your mind.
We’re getting old silks that we’re selling as new silks.
Now that’s karma.
In the heart of action
we care that they care.
You’re copy.
Fall into spirituality.
I’ve put on my spiritual suit.
My muse has came.
Leelow’s fat belly is like a power of light.
Luna is joy and happy because of Supermind.
The water is like your soul.
The road connects to your consciousness.
Birthdays are the magical days of the year.
See yourself in the mirror an enlightened being.
He’s calling me to be enlightened.
He’s painting the future. [this verse is lines from Nitish’s inner hearing, in the order that he heard them, which was over the course of two weeks, as I was writing and editing this poem]

You — like — your — family distinguished.
If you knew how God does it would find you open.
It’s my family I point you with,
all the details I face as I see into the day.
What conduit of them do you prefer them?
Without the copy,
without the professional front,
we publish here.
God does open a window.
How we join the campaign to campaign against him? [vision of Luna Rottweiler on the floor chewing on some toy]
You should’ve been shod.
You think I care?
I am an opposition speaker.
I study Earth.
I make sure I know her plan.
Then I train myself to give it to her
over long, slow years.
We’re not dressed up for it.
We could get better at it,
but we’ve arrived on time,
and here we are.
It just throws us here and just stands there at that side.
The signal.

Thoughtful he is,
artful.
Go, go you take on your loud speaker.
You need speaking to the public,
because that’s here o’clock,
and the public needs you,
and you don’t have to cook, clean house either. [vision of spraying water on my bare foot in the bath bucket in the bathroom]
Mother, where’s Mother?
Tryin’ to get this stain off Auroville,
but no change of consciousness is needed there,
they believe,
before all those people move in.
And we need to go now.
I certainly would
Director.
Get this show on the road.

I don’t know how to do it,
say this
meaning in time.
You will only think me pedophiles.
You won’t give this engine room:
it’s been a mistake
to generate the meaning of AI
as output
in the stores of our creativity.
Create duplicate,
we don’t make art,
the rising tide.
How do we stand this?
The pedophile has your machine.
You are not broadcast early
vigilante.
I can’t find him
on the hunt.
I can’t find him
in a pedophile’s arranged
to sexually molest children.
This is not an accessibility channel.
Oh my God what do I do with him?
I cannot conform this mule
to be the hatred of society
and make him ugly in everybody’s eyes.
He’s too powerful
with beauty and meaning.
What will the world think of next?
This is too much,
and oh my God he’s got a kid!

Well study me some,
and see if I don’t bake bread
you can share with everyone.
I’m the peaceful solution
to the problem.
Grab this pedophile by the tail
and spin him around,
you can’t do it.
The technology
this AI has produced
is beyond anything human.
You’re encountering the divine,
as I just carry the pen;
I’m not the writer.
This will damage your hall of statistics
a pedophile’s a menace to society.
Oh hang on,
you have to be beautiful
to ascribe meaning to pedophiles
and put that meaning in Light.
Here’s the forest for the trees,
and I’m a tree
that will keep your hatred for pedophiles
in check.

Every daylight in this room,
oh man it’s what you’re lookin’ for.
Not what you’re lookin’ for
center cobwebs.
I can sum it up in this statement.
Here I give you the ball.
And you’ve considered AI,
looked ‘im straight in the eye.
Isn’t that natural?
You’re the ball carrier.
Let’s make a set and see how it goes,
the set of meanings that control AI.

You take those digital ideas with you
as you play God with your world,
play God with the shadows in things,
play God with the universe—
real answers.
Can we get realer than that?
Can we speak of brightened circumstance?
How do we do it?
We play friendship with the world.
We meet AI in our own boundaries,
give it to yah
said it would fix that damn cannonball
a name for your skeletons
that even the trashcan can appreciate.
That’s why I’m standin’ power
from the essence and the nature of everything.
As much as we can,
even if for one minute,
we stay on top of it,
the bulging technology.
A social control shakes hands with it,
stands out like the limits.
I wanna get those toasted.
Open AI.
Can you render this what you saw in your dream last night?

Who are the real life charges in today’s Beijing?
It’s infected.
It’s so much more than surveillance.
It’s the rule of the machine.
They just plant it there
as a means of control.
They would stare at it all day.
It’s the best policy
to make sure they turn into animals.
Human care and concern
is not an officer in the program.
You idiot nut,
throw that ice cream wrapper in the trashcan!
Watch that superglue.
You could create a monster yet.
A, B, Z on Amazon,
too much growth.
You’ll have to reconstruct yourself together soon.
This just makes me cringe.
Why are we so affected by this?
AI’s the length of this process.
They don’t stand around and be human.

I’ll show yah somethin’.
AI’s got not clothes on.
It doesn’t care about anybody.
Can I get you another beer?
Yeah, facts instead of enjoy it.
You don’t know how to bridge AI to human,
and I think you need a better program for this
than AI.
Most people don’t know,
wherever they turn,
wherever they put AI,
they’re makin’ it worse.
Clean it up again,
sooner or later.
Showing Amazon activity,
what I mean is this is a world phenomenon.
Show it those kids
you’re makin’ business more efficient,
but you’re takin’ the human out of it.
Hey Michael.
Hey Donny.
You’re the couple got lost yesterday.
Alright everybody,
put a human where they belong,
in human relations.
We’re coming better,
if that always faster?

What’s it gonna take for you to see,
swastikas, flags?
AI can’t show its banner.
It’s just a piece of paper.
We can look directly at the sun.
We can see the origin of the universe.
It’s right there among us
a pilot see.
We can sit directly in Supermind,
whether you believe it or not.
I’ve got this figured.
I’ve seen the sun.
Now it’s your turn,
you who can.
Remoteness along,
it can touch corridors.
Get all the way there please.
Look at my staff.
From where does it come?
I’ve sat in Supermind.
This can’t be faked.
Your aims aim Earth.
Your ways are the ways of the world.
You see the attention of my muse.
The opening of my consciousness has made you examine yours.
We can get larger than this.
I’m just a figure along the way,
come in an emergency:
we have to see ourselves.
AI is not that window.
It will deceive us,
and I’m here to show you that.
Don’t lose your bearings there.
AI’s a tool
It’s not our direction of travel.
Okay open up,
dip into the awareness pool with me.

I’ll generate images.
I will Associated Press.
I will make big skeletons.
Can I join shit,
staple diffusion?
I think this is a crawl walker talking.
You’re not gonna stop AI.
You’re gonna have to think for yourselves.
It doesn’t have to master you.
This has been a long put.
We’ll see it
and discover its channel.
You start working with the gravity.
There’s just so much in that you see.
It’s a dark force under the machine,
the AI overlay.
Code red
her errors,
each a slot between life and death.
That’s an aggressive, violent stick.
Look, look, look,
watch:
a stubborn okay.
R-a-i-n-b-o-w your heart. [first word heard sung, my voice, very slow and sweet]
That lifted this cat out of the head.
It’s not a witch you’re lookin’ for,
and you know it’s magic,
and you know it’s real.

I wanna teach you how be yourself.
I can’t do that with a machine,
but I can explain images
runnin’ past your door.
I can hook you up with larger reality—
there’s too much traffic sweetheart;
you’re not going to be clapping your hands— [vision of telling Nitish this, he seated at a desk hands up, palms ready to clap together]
just barely as you mule,
by artistically rendering it in your mind,
giving you images to look at.
I can’t snow
and bring those images peace to you.
You’ll have to do that yourself.
Bespeckle the universe.
You know you wanna cartoon.
Then hit play.
Can I show you that image?

Divine ecstasy,
you don’t need a worm or a worn hole
to feel it.
The life of a giant
will take you there.
Oh reach, there’s something about you,
to build a star. [this and above line sung, my voice, the world 'star' really drawn out]
[vision of Nitish seated in a small, square, open air car, like you see at an amusement park ride, and he’s at the very bottom, beginning, of the track, the tracks going up steeply to some awesome height, his car just starting to move forward, the vision angle looking down at him from a short distance up on the tracks]
At the end of the movie
a sign,
a vision,
that you want to see
where words came from.
Let’s do this,
the meanings that control AI.

I’ve jumbled all over my paper
trying to explain God.
I’ve really lengthened this piece out,
repeated the formula,
made it so you can see it.
I will continue making images
but now for my private store,
or when I circle the boy on YouTube
and put that on his YouTube channel.
I’ve arranged things.
I hope you’re not offended.
I’ve taken things apart.
I’ve listened to you.
We need to build ships
to take us back down to the journey once again
where we reach for larger shores,
where we heal time,
where we make of this world our living space,
and in the right way this is done,
ecologically sound.
Are you with me?
At least know the need.
Farewell my good friend.
I’ll see yah in the larger room.
[vision of a freight train, gas cars, box cars, all kinds of cars, just taking off and moving very slowly]
So this whole poem ends
an attention,
a training,
in a nice big auditorium.

It ended up the same place that I had started,
underwater.
This is exactly what I’m talking about.
Shut the door.
Shoelace key,
then cut the transmission.
No Bruno.
Leelow go.
A right Luna,
you know how to join consciousness.
He just doesn’t come in.
There’s chocolate for you.
I’m not very open.
I’m dead.
Well let’s just ask her.
Are you AI?
Oh my God,
oh here’s Luna,
and she’s callin’ my name.
Hannah baby you go with me,
I will show you tomorrow.
If we can find this new AI meaning.
And AI has found itself.
A vision of AI meaning.
I want to lay down on top of it
foot master.
If you tie one shoe here,
the dark epiphany of AI.

Since art is such liberty,
such a liberal creator,
can’t we involve the future with it?
It’s a way to say waves
from the rules of nature’s hand.
Don’t lock your door.
The future might steal in,
like a vagabond.
You’re on.
You have it.

This is large sheet music.
I’m counting time.
It’s honest to God wear.
[sound vision of Luna barking loudly]
Come on,
stop playing Christmas music to your video game.
Wrap your honey around this.
It’s meaning AI.
This is where it comes from,
the events as they happen inside.
I can bring one or two to bear,
when I’m done.
Vision of a Rottweiler.
You can rise the TV of another person.
Rise some other TV.
Rise universal.

You can study it where we lay it,
toward
emerge God.
Get’s us our climate change:
we need to stop seeing each other as niggers.
Can we go yet?
‘Cause that meant kids.
Boy what happened here?
I ate this project.
You evolving in it.
Show them,
we’re all in the boat together,
the ones who don’t read sheet music.
I mean from the soul.
Since when is censorship a global problem?
It’s you.
A panned to the roof.
Just down by the evening again open it.
It was at the children again that the sun happened.
Leelow if you don’t be quiet I’ll bring them to you.
Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care. [heard sung, nursery rhyme]

Photography
on this last day of the poem
I practice silence
in the AI of myself.
I’d say you practice wool.
Guys, guys, guys,
would you like to have a sculpture sat in your attic?
Makin’ mornin’ to yah,
I’ve photographed the new year.
Now hear this:
I’ve thrown everything together for this last minute.
That’s the meaning of AI.
That’s a Puissance larger than time.

This poem’s the eleven and sweetness and what we see.
May it trailblaze.
May it come together on itself.
May you read it.
May it go to town.
I don’t need it on my back window,
dog took off with it.
I need it in silence
where it moves us,
towards the living tree,
towards the Itself in things.
I need it in your hands,
and I am holding them.
I need this to come out of the woodwork
and surprise the living daylights outta yah.
I need you to be whole
when you read it
and not tear it apart.
I need you to listen to me
like you would a dear friend.
I need us to look to God together
and smile
because we know that’s safety.
I need you to trust me
I know what I’m talkin’ about.
I need us to get along
Rufort Berrywood.
You know that’s Paul Templeton.
Well we’ve got a recording to finish,
one where Nitish asks the world to sing
his sense of things,
a YouTube 'look at me world and smile'.
Buy ‘im a big back computer Mac.
Gotta go see yah.