[2006: MAY-JUN] A Window of Time

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Time like the putty that xoet shaped with its hands or

the ideas that created its likeness and then disappeared

the form and functions of the likes of which have never been

yet there it was in front of xoet the window to anytime it would choose

what to look at what not to look at but when when what was going on

and when it took place perplexing as a seed in the ground and then a tree

the seed has to be planted yet the window was solid as a diamond masking

the definite shapes it formed and solidifying them into matter and energy

what had once been just a window to lookout now was look into xoet's eyes

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what had once been just a window to lookout now was a look into xoet's eyes

Greetings xoet this is you from the future, you made me what I am today

you gave me the ideas I have made real today, because of you I have survived

because of you I hate you for keeping me alive to tell you I hate you keeping me...

xoet was confused by the future xoet saying these things to It

why was It getting blamed for things it had not done yet but will do

only to tell it self in the past that It was going to make the same mistakes over.

xoet spoke to Its future self to ask questions of It this seemed to be the solution

when are you there now? And why is it my fault? how can I do it differently

as xoet talked to its own distorted image thru the window of time the distortions grew

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The distortions grew like the mutant tree xoet planted long ago as

the image of itself grew to infinite dimensions, time flux, questions

kept coming from the image from the past and now xoet answered

I am not now nor was I then here and now nor then and there but.....

I am with you here now your time is less you future is more you grow

I am at fault for the fault for told was the fault I am now and will be so

I leave you with the following questions to ponder because I ask them too

when you know answers we two will be one again why is that unanswered

when the question divines Itselves into two are you still one of the answers

Soon you will no the answer is yes yet unknown to the first mistake made

left on a planet for dead why did you go to the lifeless rock you thought peace

you no know peace and yes there is only the end of where you were going to be

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Now is one and time has past into the future of us created by we

We are one and the past has changed again for the sake of us 2

for even in between the realities of nothing and everything there

I am into you a blur of a dream you had looking out the windows

windows to infinity where nothing becomes a real existance going

moving beyond that and before this there is ever present nothings

yes more than one and the answer is answered to be known nows

where the tree has died to become the seeds of life into and of its

Itselves divided inside the perfect posture where love and life are

You travel into voids as everything you become, nowhere forever

there is a way to slip before you see yourself inside the window of

time is not the answer but freedom rules the tides of lives and love

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Your values are off xoet said to itself in the window of time

go to your future of you not the past and me were we will see

how to know ourselves inside the lives we lead where they want

to be and to see them as they are real for now is the moment that

becomes the moment in your mind and my mind become divided in two

divided in three of the past present and future yet there is another we know

too well see where we have the circle of time dilation's into growing existence

if know to use the present ways to be free where we craft the future shapes our

selves divided into to the five eyes each a dimension of timelessness insight of light

created and logged like bookmarks for years to come and years to be gone where

there is no sense of life or love just a daily intake of food and sleep we see

orders of lore when nothing becomes expressed as symbolic logicalness

forward on the video of times recorded events and into them we can

see our past as it was their future records of sound and space

intense relenting abiding by life's choices are few as if

it ends and life beginning again your future's future

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the window of time split and exploded into and infinity of windows where

every moment of xoet's life it could see and as the windows congealed of

times past present and future three the windows in motion and pulsating

xoet was now obsessed with itselves in side the windows in their moments

verily exposed inside 12's chamber of life as the love of itself became true

No more could xoet explain the either the real or unreal ness of the window

for it was both real and unreal and neither at once where prefect and imperfect

became one with itselves inside the existence and non existence between itself

and without but with before and after and now when the time of life ended again

but there we are all of our selves moving into the past and future and now beings

but being and nonbeings were where both and neither yet into and between them

ripples out from the past into the future were becoming the nexus of the now ages

of neither born nor dead alive and yet free of life perfectly imperfect yet perfect on

the planet of hope and born of thoughts where there were none in the mystical life

where did the window of time come from was this the dream it had woke to again?

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as the roots of the mutant tree was exposed to the surface of time's window

the branches of realities multiplied exponentially from every moment that is

yet there it was and would be where It could, xoet shattered the window in Its

mind for it was all a dream xoet had dreamt when It was born and when after

It woke up it woke down as well in the places that 12 held so dear to thought

but everything was not were it was left when xoet was non-born and inside itself

still there was hope for a new beginning when things would all start again from

nothing yet as balanced realities merged into one that was xoet's mutant tree

opening eyes to new skies and riding into the sun setting inside the window of

time becoming the edge of life's infinite realities where everything is now parted

Then the structure of evolution parallels balanced forming networks point singularities

where everywhere is nowhere and one day becomes openings into non-existence of

existence during the endless night and it is always forever now but not then till after

waking to place everything back into places of importance and just hopeful evolutions

timelessness's selflessness's one in two 12 thought it knew what was happening, not

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now won forward and backward the letters can lie either way [won-now]

now-here yet no-where the movement of the line in a word where the meaning is same

exploding into the nights of sunless fires with and without selflessness becoming realities edgeless edges

on the scope of tomorrows time the window into the past two months spent inside the other side of nowheres

won ton of moments focused into two then bursting into infinite infinities when there was something true to be

the precipice of lights return in a dilated time framed by surface interfaces of friction and antifriction sliding

bending into voids unknown to thought or mind, when or hows if there is a way it was exposed to soon

perched on the edge of death and waiting, perched on the light rays of knowledge where dissonance and harmony find peace as one

xoet placed the window to life and the window to Its death inside Its pocket and left the shelter of bliss again

rummaging into the garbage tumbling and sliding back and fro with everything into nothing again and again

having life to thank and perfection to curse knowing the unknown with every flicker of shimmer into the universes of

of love and of hope of joy and bliss of course and corrections abide by night's fall and mornings call alike

like a dove to a view of the world that was once ours and free from the humdrum of needless excuses why by

the way we go and the thoughts are so owned into the fluid grip of It's mind when there were others to be besides Itselves.

Lt. xoet twelve reporting for duty woken from the big sleep to find itself back where it was again and again

outside the loop of life Itself once more...