When The Land Cannot Be Found Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Comedere Sole
(eating the sun)

The sum
of all things
visible over eons
of time seemingly
seen, yet unseen…
Sensed however; by
all things meaning, everything
as in US. Every place, each
thing, all of every thing
that perceivably exists
and those places, things, and
beings; that most of US, cannot
perceive. Simplistic beliefs precipitated
over each counted generation, conscribed
through thoughtlessness; perhaps uncared
for constructs alas, and or as a practiced
instruction en masse, over all instincts
surpassed through distinctive
relationships based upon
a sum of improbable instinctive
reactions; as in all "formulation"
accidentally devised in ‘that'
laboratory incident…
What comes of this?
A transitional myth?
Of this and this and that
into what consist? Question…
An action persists until? Another
action overwhelms that intentional action
creating an additional action reacting to
‘change' the original action… how
reactionary! Absolutely revolutionary!
Kinda, sorta maybe that semblance of
some essence revolving around and around
and around moving neither up nor down
a yawning chasm of extraordinary
thoughtless schisms given to
extremely so; of one over
simplistic thought? Or not…
of whatever naught combined
with that single simplistic thought
which brings about so much more than
all thoughts combined since that very first
thought… and IAM yet alone here, stationary
hovering wondering; searching for words which
are rendering what is in an assumption… just me
pondering what it is the each of US are sensing, are
hearing, are feeling; this perception, of dreaming away
through our meaningless living… how this perception stills
what is constantly continuing; the revolutions of ‘all things'
revolving, its wheels turning, sawn dust burning; returning
memories murmuring then mirroring that which is most
assuredly coming… as participation yields to the wiles of
how we each fail; to perceive that what, which cannot
be… perceived? Our limitations revealing either a true
reality or not. This is ominous is it not? Allow me a
moment to stop… momentarily… Momentum
as defined "the impetus" … as defined
"an inducement" perchance…
"as it may be" … More than a bit
confusing… the chance that this
‘english' can possibly express one
or another specific truth if any!
"Momentum Effectum" …
"composito motus contrarios" …
"rationes fraus innexa client" …
Quid? Non enim potest, ut testis est?
Through all of this one must consider it
a jest to the gist that this particular form
of translation cannot be trusted… Simply
because it is of the AI' construct! And "we"
are each stuck with the muck that surrounds US!
In this herd environment; initially, of the perception
in and of the mystical… when it comes to words that
are not meant to be nonsensical! Considering that
in its learnings… the A.I. is becoming somewhat
intrinsically humourous, provoking a hubris of
confusion and division, as does the constructs
of modern times ‘english'! This current daze, a
‘first' of all language? Strangling each thought
choking off truths taught, smiting continually
those already smitten… What do the each of you
‘know' of linguistics? Consider the term "Language" …
"the symbols of the sounds produced" by means…
What does this mean? Each of you reading this
please do tell me! Possibly using that system
of a word's origin; the so-called Etymology of
any and all particular words in any and all language.
That is correct; seek the roots so that you may personally
personify the original meaning of the words you are using.
Ain't this something! You, looking into the truths behind
what it is you are speaking, when you open up your pie
holes and spew out unknowingly of what it is you are
saying! "Comedere sole, " from my take implies, to
eat the all of it! It being our star, our energy, our life
force; all there is of it! Creating eternal darkness, that
continuous winter, that lowest depth of that lowest of
places; which is not that far fetched from what it is IAM
told! Just how cold would that cold be? Would it matter
at all, to both you and too me? Most likely not! And this
here little abode you and I live and breathe upon would
most likely cease revolving; collapse in on itself; become
lifeless and barren… because whatever it is that is coming
whenever it arrives near here, is gonna be ravishingly hungry!
So, I trust you are not angry, I trust you are not sad, I trust you
are truly good with just a bit of things bad… you know… gotta
eat of both worlds to understand what it is the words mean!
I trust you are accomplished; I trust you are most complete
that you have your thoughts in order and your conscience
is "replent"! It is relentless; this progression of times awe.
The ebbing and flowing, comings and goings, transferring
of energy from this form to that… combining and recombining
desiring this outcome from the designing of the inputs, awaiting
the results of what comes from the essence of creation through
chaos; from the patience of the one thought. Irregardless of
what it is each of you have been taught, or what you have
accepted as teaching… a rather loathsome leaching of
what is truly the absolute truth of all things universal!
Kinda, sorta, maybe should get you each to thinking
on the truth of just how finite physical life is! And is
physical life ever so fragile… within the vast confines
of what it is you call universe… Aah… What could be
worse? Or better yet… What could be best? More or
less of this and this and that? When you come into
tune, with your spectrum of the mundane and you
realize the truths of what is logically and quite sane.
When the grounds shake, and the winds howl, and the
earth turns upside down… just where will your feet land
when the land cannot be found?