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O ME K
But please don’t and you can’t stop you surreal sight seers. Stop. First to ladies and
gents. Stop. You present. Stop. The mind and to hell on art. Go. A revulsion log long
overdue. Roll. Though your eye sieves give many an image many a queer romantic facet.
Start. That can’t be helped. Go. Far be it from me to slam any mind doors. Push. But
where I plumb is to plumb so deep in visual imagery yearns with visual firsts that no
company association is necessary except : I suppose : mind visual non-literary nigs from
its own root essences. Whoa. Vanilla spitola outa inner into outer visual graphola or
plastic or movement or sound strums on the main mind chord making just a tiny clear
ping. Dit. A ping a sing a no thing or things disguised for the mind only. Yes. For mind
: by the mind : in visual sign of the Yo ho Yo holy trinity – Mind. Self. Time. That’s trin.
alone everything. Ho. That’s it then. Stop. O.K. back again O.K. Revolve. O me K.
Please stop. It can’t stop. Keep the medium behind it. O.K.
© Len Lye
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