BESIDE MYSELF if not delighted having learned how the damn AI works and forgiven myself all the daily errors I so readily and compulsively commit & recommit:

I dedicate myself to the utter continuation, to the ongoingness of possibility, volunteering blood itself into the lifestreams of beings as different as the individual letters that make up the words that try to say what they mean.

Intuitive pulses race and won't settle; these tracings being designed as a whetter, whistler, whatchamacallit... You can put me down, but you can't put it down what's done is done. I take it back.

In the golden horizon replete with all language, I dreamed I was in past & you were there, this is getting closer. The excitement of I got you covered & the knowledge springing truth free as trout over water, hallelujah!

Meanwhile the bastards have occupied where we go back to. There is nothing, so blindly we keep digging for the ground under the ground and around the hole until looking for something is finding it.

It's all that's left. That is what you are thinking. This is the first time I've been able to read your thoughts. I'm surprised at how enclosed you are. Like a fence that never corners, traveling ever forever

& never touching. We are not the only exceptions. We are simply exceptional. The driver, the driven Here in the sun we can shrug, pretend to laugh it off all the while knowing we'll never know

And in the end we can ask how we got here. Looking around over this is all ours, breath itself enough to die from. The lyric came from the heart, you respond, quoting my thought back to me. You will always. & I will too.