Hynes

Egocellular 
Transducermal 
Bioenthiosis 
 
Operations in motion. Inmotion. Enmotion. Emotion.  
Conceptualize affect into abstract deconstructions of essentialized strips of ____. 
Where does the subject thingy rest? 
In the adjectivity you expand upon? 
Or is it in the concision of reduction. 
Expand and contract. 
Expand and contract. 
Meaning and ____. Life and death. 
Something and nothing. 
Nihilist and absurdist. 
Determinism and probabilism. 
Newtonian and relativism.  
Fate and free will.  
You and choice. A combination of a belief in where our minds can choose to live.  
 
A tale of Bayesian permutations in meaningful creativity and expression. 
Relatively choose. 
Deductively decide. 
Evolution in hindsight. 
Making yourself alpha, or beta, or sigma, or ligma, is a present choice to experience. 
What’s before that?  
The past? What’s after that? The present?  
No no no. Between those things.  
In media res. In the midst of it. 
Where the fathomability of quantum or not can happen. 
It’s in this space that we can say yes or no.  
Were Katherine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn best friends? 
Is this related to anything I’m saying in this contextualized book. 
Into the fine-grained details of it all. 
Zoom in. 
Zoom out. 
Zoom in. 
Zoom out. 
Zoned out.
I’m gone.  
My sentience has beseeched me. 
I’ve always wanted to say that. 
Keeping up with the insanity before it gets ahead of me. 
If I come too close it gets scary and it feels like I’m going to drown in the river. 
If I get too far from it, I can’t do the thing I actually want to do. 
I’ll make music music music. 
That’s the measure. The measure of how to be. 
Music’s measuring me. 
That’s what said raither (pantomimed bird singing – a note is a note is a note….. ->>>>>>>> 
Tweeet tweeet.  
Tweeet.  
The chirping sounds of meaning clash against the cold windowpane 
where we don’t know what will come next.  
What will come next? 
What will make you uncomfortable? 
What will make you feel like u are about to become homeless. 
And that you will fall into the cold river and die in the night? 
Be nice to me. 
Be kind to me. 
I’ll take it all in. 
This is the work. 
Doing.  
Productive unto some unto others. 
Convince myself that I’m contributing. 
The doing here and now is the doing but the dance and song we sing to make this all happen is of becoming.  
A winter’s parade in song. 
How can I expressss that which my chirp doth grant me permission to sit you down by the fire and talk. Lay you down. 
To separate a natural and a sexual of dualism. 
To combine sexual and natural into monism. 
To assert dominance in established 
YES THIS IS IT I AM A PATRIARCHAL DOMINANCE. 
YOU KINGS OF COGNITION WITH WHOM HAVE BROUGHT BOUNTIFUL PREDECESSORS OF FORTUNATE GRANTS AND UPBRINGINGS AND NANNYS. 
I was the nanny. 
I am a nanny. 
Come down off your thrown. 
Come down king king. 
Speak lightly in jest. 
Jest jest. 
Work work. 
Product product. 
Make make.  
You have to live in this world. 
You have to go into it in normalcy. 
In grand illusion of blinded sense. 
Rules – you must follow, you yoda freak. 
Where to what I have not, I. 
For which this is not the music of noting’s bird. 
Insanity in Shakespeare’s tomb.  
You are a student, a scribe, a humble servant to the lord of an antiquated lie. You lie. Lie lie. 
Tell it in a play tell it in a song. 
Tell it in a fever pitched wrong.  
I’m continuing in a flow of song. 
I too, in my own, shall use loquaciousness’ juices flow thru my voice into a very very red red cardinal spotted outside your window on the snowy white snow filled deciduous brown tree branch. 
I want you to understand me.  
It’s all out of nothing. 
It’s all from something. 
Every phrase is meaning, and every meaning has phrase. 
But only those bois will listen and only those toys will glisten 
when the mask and the martyr and the wrong and the writhing slip into you. 
Slip into the past beginnings of newfound admissions. 
Mister mister. 
I must admit. 
The loquacious tongue of your songs permit. 
In 1950s fashion told. 
Spencer Tracey’s Hepburn’s maid’s too old. 
To hold. 
To hang to have to be to me to you, 
this is it.  
Awfully flattering. 
Awfully promising. 
Your musings of mind and brain. 
And brain and song. 
And song and body. 
And body and _____ you.  

You are you.  
I am me.  
We are separate.  
Yet in harmony