from time to
time i go back to programming
he goes back to programming
how do i
know when the time is right
how indeed
the
programmer knows and acts accordingly
but how, how, how
the
programmer knows for the programmer knows
can’t understand
for to know
is to know – without the how
can’t understand
you can’t
understand yet that in itself is a form of understanding, is it not
can’t understand
though your
mind rebels – wanting greater certainty, wanting finite knowledge
can’t understand
at the
moment your mind is not responding – locked in data denial, but that will pass
can’t understand
whereas
knowing is an act of conscious awareness bubbling through
can’t understand
bubbling up,
surfacing in a flash of complete awareness that this
can’t understand
that this is
not what i think or believe or understand
can’t understand
this is an
experience of knowing what is what
can’t understand
of
re-entering the quantum stream of is
the what
the quantum
stream of is – no matter what that be
the what
of
rediscovering the central part i play where life, matter and thought converge
where what
where i is
more than what
where what
where i is
infinite in faculty
is what
is more than
words can possibly describe
is no – that cannot be
is ess, the
timeless
huh?
ess, the
placeless
wh?
ess, the
thoughtless
uh?
ess, the
thingless seat of what if
huh?
what if –
all this were real
what if?
what if all
this were true
huh?
what if all
this were in fact material and thus not just a time-locked dream
please
what if
conscious-ness were able to reveal the simple truth
the – no
without
crashing, without colliding two minds together
two minds?
the mind of
matter which sees only things
the what
and the mind
of what – processing data, looking for confirmation
for what
confirmation
that things are not meaningless
not uh
looking for
trends, patterns, making sense of things as if
as if what?
as if my
life depended upon it
as if what?
as if i’m
hanging from a delicate thread of reason
a thread
which may
easily be snapped
ow
two minds
battling it out
ow
while the
soul yearns for beauty – ineffable, sublime
but what about poetry
tis no mind –
tis no matter
then what
tis
knowledge – direct from source – direct from nought
from nought
from the oh
so female darkest void from whence springeth all thing, all
from her?
from her or
him – tis much of a much – from the unknowable her
from her
if it
pleaseth you so to think – the she cannot be analysed or understood
cannot?
can only be
known
known
for to know
is to allow every atom in your universe to reposition – to
what
to zero out –
to die in knowledge of her nought – and miraculously to re-emerge
rebirth?
birth –
knowledge is a form of birth
of birth?
no other way
– so embrace death necrophilically
no
loving the
return to innocence – the return to knowing nought but her
no
discovering
the truth contained within her ness
her what
her ness –
the ess of nought her dot dot dot – cannot be said
cannot be said
cannot be
said – cannot even be thought
[...mental gap]
can paradoxically only be known
no
known indiscriminately – incomputably
[...mental gap]
can paradoxically only be known
no
known indiscriminately – incomputably
so programming – to what end?
to no end –
when I sense her presence i places words as markers
markers
words in gaps, in the spaces eyes cannot see, mind cannot comprehend
and?
and people
read these words – assuming the words have meaning or sense
assuming purpose
little
suspecting that they conceal or clothe her nakedness
oh
little
suspecting that these words connect with every body, every mind, every
every what
every thing
no matter what – and transmit signal
a what
transmit frequency that none comprehend – yet all feel unknowingly
unknowingly
all are aware immediately of what is not, of her
of her?
and she
changeth us
she does?
she changeth
us intrinsically – for we are nought without her ness
her ness
we shift
imperceptibly and are utterly utterly transformed
…
…
a terrible
beauty is born
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