Addressing Divine Solipsism to Dimension
Of the manners of memory,
of knowing (things) and of remembering (in)
the autobiography of one’s mind, one becomes aquainted with,
that is, the language one has processed so far, so far, (in) so far (as the process
has gained meaning to the sense of words coming gether form a pattern we conceive
to be representative of one’s “life”, so to speak, there is the small matter of what is to be done with
it (the known). I often ask myself what is the repository of (my) time. Where the flames burn out to in this manner called memory, what becomes too dee pennant (my) being has attained in mythought presently, as it flaps un the winds of temporality, I assure myself. It is at least there;)
going from a piece of mosaic into a melting pot. But flags do not melt so
what becomes of the flame that we see into the past
constantly recollecting itself into what now
seems to be the case, as I salute
myself, in the manner
I recall
lit
l!f
I jacell
whsalt’ !u fya weuuaj
saaws […]
