time to ick         
     time to get quick        
                     
         ok something is going            
         on- i can get  
 there is no question!                    
 *full* permission is given from myself   
 to myself, to change this one later.     
                                          
 i feel love toward mono-stretch algorith 
 ms that are allowed to be smart :(       
                                          
 level check. things here around me have  
 a waiy rime yo havto hnge i libey        
       to be sure to afford the time orto 
 be in time                               
                                          
 and i have big things anyway.  it starts 
 now. right and left in the lung          
                         
                 
                                  
                it tingles all ov 
 o   er my body, i'm   
 outside, walking chirs and further away. 
 this is mine, my great forest. kinda,    
 i kinda love it. ice kingdom, twelve     
 players, twelve players combine.         
 i'm still her e and doing this. and this 
       is, the cloud, the general support 
    stakes, the squeeze in arms and legs; 
        and the neck!!! kind of! inverted 
 and on fire.                             
                                          
   an attempt to speak. with signs?       
   for the sake of the edge. not an edge  
       as in being edgy, but as an edge,  
   like those of lyras.                   
                                          
 abandon that which has gone too far????? 
 ((! ?meta new. i'm backfiring somewhat. 
  for tf. square meta, backwards in time, 
  in the meaning time, everything is  
  leaking, my thoughts and meanings are  
  leaking, leaking in tim e  
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                    
 there was a shadow of something      
                                 enormous 
 a fear and a loop, in the same package,  
 and i was alone with the world           
 but it was familiar, or, i am inside out 
 and usual shapes are holograms now, and  
 i find myself as a pattern               
 and i become myself again, through the   
                               waterfall, 
 it is like i am inside a sweater looking 
 for where to put the arms, like emerging 
     from under a sheat of acuteness      
     and the world is no longer a         
                                shapeless 
 piece                                    
 and someone has to read all of this