thick sweater
i think my life is coming together
i miss the weather
data to weighted feather

content with my origins
i can smell and am cognizant
of all the fragrant blossoms
i merge them all
i merge them all

he was in a dither
and the followers stood in ether
sharing those memories of their candor
in the mist following the endeavor

measured by the origins
i can smell and am cognizant
of all the random patterns
in the sky
those ripe minds are kneeling
at the shrine

i merge them all
i merge them all

Ever feel like your being pressed into something…

(scanned directly from Chemie Und Technik circa 1952)

Emerson reassures us: ‘The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going’