Escaping the brambles by adding a t

6/4/2025 from batology to battology by unnecessary/unnecessary repetition

BATOLOGY—the study of members of the species Rubus (brambles)

Part 6 Zivah Avraham of Poetic License: knot, escapement, unkempt

Does the repetition of truth, negate, as in a double negative?
we were asked, and unable to answer directly, unable to answer 

SIMPLY

Here is how we replied

Once asked about his unnecessary numbering of things
Ken Wilbur, was rumored to have said, I’m doing my
best to explicate the prison cell in which we abide
WE, however, disagree, THE ROOM is more
KNOT, more bramble, more an entangling vine

(as the koan masters say)

than prison cell, all our thoughts, like blackberry
and grape VINE CITIES, UNKEMPT playgrounds
which as young humans, we climbed, we fell
from, we caught poison ivy from, we watched a friend

BREAK THRU

HEAD FIRST, onto a rock 15 feet below

and jump up DANCING

UNBOUND by the watch’s ESCAPEMENTS
we were free from our 
                                  MECHANIZED UNIVERSE

unknowing batologists, studying the prick of raspberry
the thorn of wild roses, later we would forget
the sweet sour stains of berry juice, on cloth
on skin, the hash marks of scrape, the raised bumps
intermittent blood, of the only harmless, gormless

BATTLES

later, they would wipe our memories of being 

UNBOUND, by the repetition of lie/lie/LIES

‘til they became the truth 

NOW, we’ve become unwitting battologists

endlessly repeating, repeating endlessly

OBFUSCATED, OCCULTED TRUTH/TRUTH

THIS IS AN ANIMATION — IT USES BATTOLOGY — a repetition of similar images — UNNECESSARY WITH PURPOSE

BELABORING — BELOW is not part of the SoC Hop

How lucky you are
Con/Jur/d, 6/5/2025

So what? 
If we stumble off the boat at 5:30 AM
on to a dock, which whimpers and groans
along the ill fitted joints, the squeak of wood
roll of metal bolts, reflected in our knees/elbows
our 2-night sea legs. So what? As we
scamper to use a bathroom which
has been scrubbed since
winter storage, unlike.          our 

Head. serviceable in a pinch 
So what? When we notice
2 black pockets, meant to
be inside, flopping on the.     out
side of these shorts 
grabbed in the crepuscular dawn 
So what? 

NO ONE TO SEE

no one will notice our inability
to dress in the bow bunk dark
while the floor/ ceiling / walls
rise and fall as if, like YOU
they are not fully awake, wooden
panels dreaming of once being
grounded, only the sky moves 

So what? When you've used the faculties
you go upstairs to make  coffee, and you stop
and stare, at the immensity of the sky
the deep red orb of the sun, creatures
flying before it, like they have since
we've learned the trick of wings 

So what? You've been grounded
you can move into the in-between
the horizon between land and sky
between calm and wave, even in prison
a cot, a squat, behind bars you can
pass between dust and mote. So
what? Legless, wingless, no need for
a response to gravity, no need 
to respond to the circumstance of 
an embodied world, dancing among
a BILLION/ BILLION others

So what? YOU can choose 
this passing between.                             When
you see fit. And you chose this 
NOW to be finally.                                             FREE        

WHICH CAME FIRST? THE RISE OR THE SET? PART 6 or HOW LUCKY YOU ARE?

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 6/4/2025

VINES & BRAMBLES