In the last few days I have been concerned with conspiracies and the idea of conspiracy of thinking. It is something that I have been writing about in another extensive piece on China. Without consciously realizing that; it was, not the focus of the writing, the focus was about China, more aptly the CCP and the conbcept of conspiracy was woven in and out of those words. It was running under the surface of piece and now I consider it a important part of the whole, if not maybe the real story deserving its own study...
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WHAT NEXT…
Eight-carbon molecules in rivers of waste, and the sun in a sack cloth hauls itself up again into the sky. And looks down in disgust at what was…a good idea. These mayfly lives, passing through and piling up, one upon the other as sediments on the basement of this world. Built up in that wake of seconds upon seconds. Relent. Red cushion for a place to sit, amidst rancor. Nihilism for a heart, and reluctance. And crazed mystics still keep pushing shopping carts up hills of abuse...
YELLOW FISH
I was painting ten paintings the other day. In the music studio and lost an idea among a pile of dead poems sitting on a shelf, it was a good idea! It was something about the sound a bird makes after a terrible storm; for the world is stilled and made over completely in that single solitary second. This is not the only world…by far...
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