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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
| Nominative My predicate nominative could be anything that defines -- a liter left of soul is still an ocean. No stone could skip my body until time ends for me, the stone and my flinger. Unless, I'm ash? Then, I'm a heap. It would be possible to be forever, even if just a granule of bone remains. Scatter my last message by invisible forces. I'll cling to your hearts, somehow. You won't know I'm there dreaming, imagining a way to be the nominative in young hearts -- fertile in minds, futile in flesh. I'm not defined by, but limited from, you unless my truth can be accepted... then, I am not? (begs the question mark...etre?) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sorites_paradox And not to be...nominative: http://paulegre.free.fr/Vagueness/abstracts/fletcher.pdf Imagination grew as I continued to chase, after I sought definition of 'parse' Is this what poets do? To be?? A beautiful mind is still terrible to taste? |
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