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My (in)Habitant Humanity
byDKzKMondayJanuary2,2012at11:13am
~HAND ME THAT HABIT 'AT, WOULD YE, BABY ? ~
yknow how it is like it is wee become our habits disconscious
auto'mated be
haviors that become such that as such, yfeels like yshouldnt go go go out
side'o thee walls door windows of that ho'use that
ye in-habit wit'in........yesyes do not go out....ye will not be recognized....
or
W'ill-be-recognized wit'in some paradigmic 'identity crisis', charged wit false i'dentity, a
f'ailure-to-be noticed amidst thee mass mass mass [of]
malapproriate[d] reality-identities hitherto recontrived in
gross overfeedings leaving otherWorlds right-here-in-this-very'same-Earth (of ours)
un'nourished of anyThing 'cept to live-out thee horror-pains tha'wee
canno be bothered wit,wit o-so-much- [impo[rtant[ -business2tend2 [of] keepin
an undistracted Life at a tolerable distance.........learn
to love wit'out touch fr'om farly far away, one habit'at to a di-stant habit'at such
safety from all thee disEase potential of close'contact(encounters)---
can eye be'glad iyamnot Here anymore when I'am st'ill here where i was 'left' in
that lachrymose lurch, now not-real[for] mourning, th'us in vivid celebration of new vision that
[seemingly] canno be shared wit Love['s] proximity?
o yea, thee going got gone, if-not proverbially, then perhaps more parochially....
eye'll just quietly play alone wit these'ere words, habitually mistook [for] reality, &
see wha'happens, (like in as-if it creates yetanother Reality)
__________dkzk2enero2012__________
~HAND ME THAT HABIT 'AT, WOULD YE, BABY ? ~
yknow how it is like it is wee become our habits disconscious
auto'mated be
haviors that become such that as such, yfeels like yshouldnt go go go out
side'o thee walls door windows of that ho'use that
ye in-habit wit'in........yesyes do not go out....ye will not be recognized....
or
W'ill-be-recognized wit'in some paradigmic 'identity crisis', charged wit false i'dentity, a
f'ailure-to-be noticed amidst thee mass mass mass [of]
malapproriate[d] reality-identities hitherto recontrived in
gross overfeedings leaving otherWorlds right-here-in-this-very'same-Earth (of ours)
un'nourished of anyThing 'cept to live-out thee horror-pains tha'wee
canno be bothered wit,wit o-so-much- [impo[rtant[ -business2tend2 [of] keepin
an undistracted Life at a tolerable distance.........learn
to love wit'out touch fr'om farly far away, one habit'at to a di-stant habit'at such
safety from all thee disEase potential of close'contact(encounters)---
can eye be'glad iyamnot Here anymore when I'am st'ill here where i was 'left' in
that lachrymose lurch, now not-real[for] mourning, th'us in vivid celebration of new vision that
[seemingly] canno be shared wit Love['s] proximity?
o yea, thee going got gone, if-not proverbially, then perhaps more parochially....
eye'll just quietly play alone wit these'ere words, habitually mistook [for] reality, &
see wha'happens, (like in as-if it creates yetanother Reality)
__________dkzk2enero2012__________
Published 2nd Jan 2012
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3rd Jan 2012 1:33am
The habits of disconsciously malapproriated distance is a concept I've felt but now the English language has thanks to you. ... and also like the likening him to the going got gone.
3rd Jan 2012 11:57am
Anonymous
8th Feb 2013 7:00pm
Oh gosh, what a hellavu piece, I say!
Enjoyed it....er, three times!
Pen on, poet!
Love this.
Thanks for sharing, Daniel X.
Cheers
Tidespotter
Enjoyed it....er, three times!
Pen on, poet!
Love this.
Thanks for sharing, Daniel X.
Cheers
Tidespotter
9th Feb 2013 00:55am
well'o'well
& thank ye Tide.....
there's plenty mo'where that come from - & each one a bloody messterpiece, so much so that folks here be too overwhelmed to comment...or something...i dunno.
very glad to have ye among the preciousFew who can relate to whatever this late'life profusion is just a'gushin forth from whatever is left of 'me'...
peacesUp[or]Down, br'other
& thank ye Tide.....
there's plenty mo'where that come from - & each one a bloody messterpiece, so much so that folks here be too overwhelmed to comment...or something...i dunno.
very glad to have ye among the preciousFew who can relate to whatever this late'life profusion is just a'gushin forth from whatever is left of 'me'...
peacesUp[or]Down, br'other
