WHIFF
it is
incumbent upon us
and so
I pamper you
enter you
desperate
(clock ticking)
to forge
a synthesis
little gnome
my metronome
need to fit togegher
(no perfect dovetail
can go
rough
cut
every art every act
evert entry
has a
twist of the old
experimental
can
start a new life
knock uo a shop, whole
new industry
bang together
entire
new universe
refurbish, replenish
dissolve into
AI where
inevitably necessary
removing stains
going through the gears
would not say religiously
unless some Rumi Sufi stuff
mindset
where time just run out
and could not give a whiff
poems 2 die for 