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Enigma
"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which," ... James A. Owen
I am a trapped absolute in an abstract
I am a trapped abstract in an absolute
I am not in a trap of inescapable odds
made nowadays between yesterday and tomorrow
voices are whispering that I am asleep
talkers are echoing that I am awake
I am certainly uncertain that my time of this wake and of that sleep is therefore limited or unlimited
countenance contours fluctuate via its reflective reaction to its immediate surroundings being viewed
manifestations are identified and their proper values are applied
this way
it establishes a greater compliment of authenticity
for as such not much
truth is a lie till one wakes from their sleep of uncertainties to make certain
hello
I was to meet somebody
I'm in the next city block
across the border
you need your passport to go across the street
or you'll miss the plane
make sure you sit in the last rower of the canoe
so that the helicopter blade does not kiss you
has a date with a steward
one of those
was a cross-blade with a gang
I will see you at the end of the Kangaroo Race
in Australia
Aussie is not in Texas
I'm already in Texas
oh that is why everybody can see you
hello or goodbye
no yes maybe so
wait go
where am I
who am I
who are they
this is north
no west
I know where I am
namaste
Aloha
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Hilo Poet
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