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Aug 2020
Once
Big, big as ever if

big as ever is as
if
you imagine ever was happening
before you,
ever was
begun for you to be alive in
time
after time, you think, you remember,
or did you recall

the sense of it all
once, small.
--
still small
voice
always saying this is good
this is the way,
ya'll come.

--
none came.
no flock forms, money does not grow
faith, nor faith, money,
funny,
it seems we should have known.

having been in the biz,
at the very bottom,
on the streets
pushing hope.

-- do you know who Jesus is?
--- yeah, he loves losers, like you
-- right, that's him,
say hi, tell 'im I sent ya.

I be gwan on downd'road, to'n'fro
findese fellers fallen by the wayside,
so I poke 'm
point'em to the middle way and laugh
at them
until they
run away, one way road reality,
like evolving ideas
passing through
revolving doors

beyond the ken, the know, the knowledge
beyond the pale, the palisade,

the wall, the brink,
the edge of if.
Some days are fun to live as if it is the last, practice makes perfect. Take your time.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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