And now, Says the inner

professor (fierce

pedant scribbles):
​
titles can be poems too

just

like I

see

this content is

a vast traversing 
of the great Between of dream

and being, sense and its

transcendence, tensions

then their bending
wholes and parts,

the goal's the arts,
the surface, frame, and viewer

sending
each extreme to every function 
by meticulous conjunctions,
ridiculous compunctions,
permissively seditious unctions
unremaining, unrefraining,

playful brains
displaying both

conception and reception,
give and take: illumination

by and by 
consistence-as-existence,
death-as-the-beginning, 
life-as-the-return,
these colors unconstricted
from the all of Time-as-bridges
through the all

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