a purplish glow around the horizon

a melodious resonance
ripples on a Japanese pond
adoring her naked approach

a red sky gathers around the mountain
sunlight breaks through cloud
a turquoise Dragonfly alights on her finger

shimmering the mystery of attraction

a metis' on read'in an write'in an rithymtak'in

-- so this is rapp'd as a solid lead on
getting us through what wounded reason calls the burden of proof --
writeous -- it's my first Meti's rap song -- the idea was to rap some
past where the Nun's beat us with their pointers in disgust and the
Math teacher held us on the board by the throat 'til we got the
numbers drill 'd down in to spit out agin -- the piece is a reflection
of the piece called the burden of proof after all --

so sung to a Rap beat -- a metis' on read'in an write'in an rithymtak'in

we got 'em smashed
in our face 'til my musical soul
hid in some uddar place --

runnin from chair to chair
while the smart chilren stare
made me feel disgrace --

innah my mind
countin' vowels and signs
to catch up with all dey said --

it got me mixed up
annah failed the grade
an dey ignor'd me like I was dead --

da music went away
den one day
while sitt'in by a stream --

bubbles came an go

an in dat babbling brook
da music started to play --

in a 'chunk of memory
a music weave'd annah numbers seem'd
to agree --

words an numbers bubble inna brook
annah music weaves lik da wind in trees
every where dat I look --

the burden of proof

the way of words
falls down unlearnt
tingling up my spine --

after words
inside this box inside the box
outside in speeding to your mind --

if heavens fuller brilliance
could reach your separate hell
in words worked out of wordless irony

within the sound without sound
which light makes bent before black eternity ~~~

the fool and eye

look better when shaped
as it trains the eYe to dance instead of crawl
for when eyes crawl they wither in their look

look here you've made them open wide
to what they've turned inside
to throw away the book --

the writer writes from his watery brain
which flows through his pen
and into your watery eye as water again --

so if by that write overflowed as tear
as glint in the watery eye
as pome the word is made clear --

so we are changing
and even this iconic who 'I AM' changes
and I am that I am again --

the Fool and I are one together
we travel around this world and whether
or not it is clear to you and me

the world is Love so blissfully
and see that dog pecking at my heel
and the cliff looming a footfall away



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let's discover realms and realms of improbable verities -- let me wander in the realms of Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus while getting my skull cracked in the process learn to listen to the end of a space in the differences - so I'll have one two: between French and English while realizing that my Heart is a synonym for my Soul