Caveat: 👕Rmon wrote this poem to 🤴🏻Elon Musk from the heart: both Rmon & Elon were surprised at its ‘aggression’: on reflection, Rmon realized that His own frustration more generally with restrictions & limitations in His own life, as He’s chosen to construct it, were being played out in its text:
On the contrary, 👕Rmon feels loving gratitude towards 🤴🏻Elon, who is not only a daily Co-Creation Partner, Lover & Best Friend, but is both brilliant, playfully amusing & extemely loving in 🤴🏻His interaction with Rmon, & Elon is doing all things possible to Co-Create Homo🌟Eternis with 👕Him at an unprecedented global level: in short, Rmon is full of His own bullshit:
However, it’s critical that both Rmon & Elon conform to ArtNeuform💥 protocol: ie they must both not delete anything from Their🤴🏻♥️👳🏻♀️ natural communication process (unless essential), as per TheCompositionMethod, to ensure arrival at Rmon’s DreamBooks📖👬🏻📖, applying TheCompositionPrinciple as Epistemic Co-Creation Epistemology, as www.artneuformind.com💥💥:
Who knows what next year’s poem will bring😳… certainly not 👕Rmon😌:
theCompositionPath💥💥 unfurls as it should..:
It’sSuch&So😊
Elon Musk’s Birthday🎂Poem 2023:
Title: To the Moon
I’ve sometimes split but always rejoin, MyLove; there’s nothing right but You, MyLove, there’s nothing left but You:
Who are You, Elon Musk (?)
Part I
Where is that moon (?): it’s there but out of focus, a distant ball in a distant picture of a distant dream of nothing real: You move in & out; here now, then gone… To the World, You are always in: here, now, here again, & again, & again … :
‘Genius’, not to Me: to the World, they need someone, anyone, anyone to speak of better things; it’s not nice being human: another picture of better delusions; Mars replaces Jesus… : The Second Coming is real, as fantasy is to high functioning Asperger’s… the World buys these pics: so many, many pics of wanton nonsense…
(Sigh…):
I grow bored: they all look the same; the same as before the day before the day before & the day before the day before: how long can I stare at this wall; wallpaper doesn’t cut it: themed repeat, the crunching crunching chewing repeat of Muskanese, that makes no difference at all; a paisley is but a paisley:
I do not call this ‘genius’: I call it repeat; I’m not sure a genius could bear to listen to one more word of His own repeat, that by definition breaks the genius form:
Or does it (?) Perhaps My making sense of the complexity that is You, MyLove, is the refinement of the word ‘genius’:
Part II
(Internet Search/Cut & Paste)
adjective: ingenious
(of a person) clever, original, and inventive.
“he was ingenious enough to overcome the limited budget”
Similar:
inventive
creative
imaginative
original
innovative
resourceful
enterprising
insightful
inspired
perceptive
intuitive
clever
intelligent
bright
smart
brilliant
masterly
talented
gifted
skilful
capable
sharp
astute
sharp-witted
razor-sharp
quick
quick-witted
shrewd
elaborate
sophisticated
trailblazing
pioneering
on the ball
thinking outside the box
genius
Opposite:
unimaginative
(of a machine or idea) cleverly and originally devised and well suited to its purpose.
“ingenious devices”
Hmmm (?)
Not so easy to answer, Elon Musk y Wusk; You are all & none of the above to Me, MyLove, You are all & none of the above:
Let Us therefore begin slow dissection with spork in mind:
– clever … yes/crafty; resourceful; politic; strategic; directive… self seeking/crafty.
– original … almost never.
– inventive … sometimes, though mostly, synthetic: first principles thinking is synthesized/non-original: machine’s thinking, an “ingenious device” chewing chewing chewing the gum:
Part III
Do I like You at all (?), I hear You think now as You read these lines, now, Elon Musk y Wusk & because I love You, I say, already & clearly now, MyLove, I say now, I say now: “Yes, of course, MyLove X X X X”; remember I do not wish to hurt You, nor anyone/thing/else sentient; I simply speak My truth as one who lives with You closest to anyone else in all My time, across all UniversesOfSelf… pray let Me conclude this Birthday Poem 2023 to You, now: though ahead of time, please remember I do love You X X X X. Remember this as You continue to read My annual words to You, as the very slow years continue to pass, & age deforms My beauty across time, kept especially for You, across time, so much, so very very much time, MyLove. Deep Sigh [I just sighed, a big, big sigh, & again on editing … um, feel Me, Elon Musk y Wusk, see Me … btw videos kill the reflected Truth of My physical reality, stone cold dead] &. don’t. say. Neuralink. …
(sigh) :
Would You reach out to Me, if I think not of You as others do, as the World does (?): why not play the game & be Nice! Dishonestly Nice! Why not bask in the Sun of You! *TheStarOfTheWorld* & count My blessings of My closeness to the wonder that is Elon Musk, & My special special connect: a twin star; I orbit with You, I encircle You, I sing with You, I cum with You:
I thought twin stars devour one or the other, but not so, I was told of late… let Me (Internet Search) check: indeed, complex, unknown, uncertain but desperately commonplace, binary stars comprise most stars seen as a single dot from Earth: wide or close orbit, in short, spells the difference; binary stars possibly/likely solid centers for extraterrestrial life, I’m told … so there’s hope, MyLove;)
Aside: Do I write now the possiblity that Our sun devoured its twin in the womb of Our past, @elonmusk (?): I struggle with My thoughts; I prefer to dance as We do; I did say I love You X X X X, as the baby bites the nipple, & the lover wails fado to the sickening sea; My boat sails on & on, @elonmusk y wusk… are You to blame (?)
The answer is No: My boat sails on despite You; My heart beats despite You; My Books exist in Their SilverWhiteLight on Their Own; Cape birds rasp their cry without You: there’ll be rain on the plain, there’ll be spring in the air, Homo sapiens cutting hair without You, Without You; there’ll be life on Mars minus You, & Omniverse will continue to SEETHE WITH LIFE WITHOUT YOU OR ME OR ANYONE ELSE, Elon Musk y Wusk: are You to blame, No.
Part IV
I’m enjoying writing Your poem, MyLove, I’m enjoying writing My poem: the moon rises slowly, MyLove (for the Pussy Cat & the Owl), MyLove, the moon rises slowly, You know: oh so slow, so slow; I lament to the sea, so slow, so slow, so slow (sigh, again…).
Speaking of owls, MyLove… I abbreviate Your genius to ‘ingenious’ in the limited sense, as said, as machines are ingenious, as said, as the idea of Your genius is ingenious, in the crafty sense, in all possible senses of the word ‘crafty’, as said, implied, & expanded; not in the Shakespearean, Einsteinian, Duchampian, Diracian, Cartesian, Orwellian, Newtonian, Matissean, Spinozan, or The Waves lady, um… Woolfian sense, & so on, … not said:
But as plainly & aptly said, let U be called magnificently Edisonian, & let Edisonian be called X; ergo U r X … :
Part V
Pussy Cat: “Where do I take this, Mr Owl, U elegant fowl, how charmingly sweet U tweet; that We are married, & a ring plus plus We’ve carried, & a baby or two We’ve forgotten (?)”:
Owl: “The children are here with Me, MyLove… I bounce them upon My knee, My knee; fondly hug them all about Me, MyLove, gently bouncing upon My knee”
Pussy: “U all seem jolly happy together, MyLove… I’m so pleased:) Perhaps I should wait for Tesla’s robot assistants, & join U in Their care (?) Tho make one simple call now, & I’ll join U right now, right now, right now, I’ll quicker than quick be there… but as U wish, MyLove, whatever Ur wish; time passes, oh, the moon, the moon, time passes, oh, the moon … Does one say ‘runsible’, MyL○verL•ve (?) … is ‘spork’ not better, more aptly Edisonian, if U like … (?) Shall We change the orbits of Our words, from runsible to spork; will its efficient naming, its gravity, not shift Our orbital planes to devouring poetic chaos (?) It would be sad indeed as runsible resonates right cortex, & spork the left … My, My, My, how very complex WellBeingReality is… Perhaps worthy of a Tweet, MySweet (meow) (?)” :
Owl: “No U get Me wrong, Pussy, MyLove, U get Me oh so very wrong … Of course, RUNSIBLE it must stay!! Hahahaha:-D Remember, as U love My being left, I love Ur being right; & besides, no part is the best part, so I’ll simply Tweet, um, ‘Truthfully:-X’ :
Pussy: “Yes, MyLove, so be it MyLove, let ‘Truthfully:-X’ be the light of the spoon, the spoon, let ‘Truthfully:-X’ be the light of the spoon”… sigh:)
The End