Now, a dyslexic palindrome as told by a bipolar monolithic

[artolmaeus]

the tiles elude us, but we make somthing of the patterns,

maybe an elephant or a scary clown, a cat in a sombrero

or Jimmy Carter grimacing as if he is taking a shit

what about those questions, hours on youtube

the world full of answers, or, at least monetizing the effort

and well, that shit pays,at least, they say

when then is the change then? could be asked

and then, maybe the answers are riddled with word play

then, sure, don't we all play with words, so much so

and games of numbers, at least one, that after counting to nine

every number can be reduced to nine, and being dressed to the nines

my, my, isn't that a relics of the pasts, haberdashery and awls

flummox now buxom beade, venerably vanilla, worcheshire ways

all the smoke flavors just might be deep fakes, somehow in the matrix,,

at least, that is a guess, as after all, I am just a guest

without accomodations, accolades or acceptance

so, when is this thing going to go down

oh where have you been, if you are not hear, my voice falls from you

still, without sound, you can imagine the words,

it is from a floating script, ready to be red, write or blew

as to when is the rite thyme, deep purr in the woulds

maybe therein is a hungry lying, eden his thirst fued, blued and meet all indeed

when is it right, the mittles of the past, every day mettled in the mind

as a private activity, the revery of regrets, or the graveyard of what will come

as every new day the eulogies of expectations lost buried in some scorched earth

or

but never do magic beans get to go down in the whole

to just ascend the giant and look in his eyes, and steal the goddamned goose

so much will fall from your hands if you want to climb down

and you touch the earth again with nothing, but you cannot live in the clouds

and if won is the past, you never had a cow to trade

and somehow, we are all cows just able to keep our shit and pee

far enough away, to where, maybe we still don't know what we eat

not really, what we take in is only through trust and faith

it is far easier to do such than include god

if won is the past, is now in the when, or where

as if we know where is, slur those two words together,

and all maps show its true location, if all the world was paper...

and the illusion called maya, and in reverse it is ayam

ayam wood ayam, come pull my finger

oh the how is easy, maybe it is just how to get to when

pull my finger, I think you know the answer

maybe you expect there to be a fart,

pull my finger, and maybe the bell will ring

or the buzzer will buzz, and the white rabbit will be let loose

and travel down that track

the gates may suddenly open

and we may give chase, if we are so jacked