Simple Theories

  The world, according to an accepted expert, is "too much with us." Parse that as you will, it may be poetry just to writes such words.Poetry lives in words grouped and presented like that. Numerous  Things  exist just by the words that appear. People believe they believe in the true matter of these Things that in multiplicity and panoply contrive as the World. Information about these Things crowds us all the time. Time began as a place to put all those things. The world provides a setting for time. In the parlance,  world  also exists as an orb, full of features, compellingly louche gravity, and a strong deference towards pumpkin spice. You may have noticed. The heavens look down upon the world and sometimes the windows of heaven open harrowingly. The heavens promulgate the susurration of right thought, or what will serve as such until something more right comes along. You know what you think you know and know what you know you think. The world rolls on, amigos y amigas! Ha

  Pluto the planet In the time it takes to know nothing. You must be particular about the shadows you describe. Pluto hangs in the outreaches of what seems limit. Named by an eleven year old for the strange power of extension, winning £5 of feigned lucre/locus. Herewith the namesake, adverted into system: Keeper of wealth in the fine empty Temporal mind game magician A rustle of foreboding Cackling minstrel Clumsy defenestration The frisson of almost not quite Grand reduction Whatever Pluto begins and almost stops as a rocklike hunk of matter or little matter, remonstrating against your idea of what your idea is. Matter means the remains of Pluto’s realm, if that god of leftovers really exists. Anyway, the celestial body stops clocks to the degree that anything can stop—clusters of stars—in the short while notice, dark as deep can be.