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John and Jody Play Joyfully

Science is Fiction

Sir Popper popped the answer to the question of and whether science
holds truth and where and when for how long facts remain value’s 
                    illusion

Enlightened ever since Edison and Descartes darkness’ romantic notions
we shine the rays of certainty on progress dismantle fantasy and arts and         
              intuition

But listen reason be cognizant of ultimate reality whats right is God and dogma until Kuhn comes along shifts paradigms refutes the standstill standoff      
                     in change

Yet we hide in safety’s delusion accumulate so called evidence to alter the
prison shackles of ignorance into prescribed solutions of faithful scientific   
                                 proof

Is love really fiction can kindness and compassion be elicited in logic’s numbers are images of freedom and a caring sharing world community 
                                      unsolicited in vain

A narrative of science as above fiction takes second place when John and Jodie refuse to ingest manipulative truth sera and walk their own path of   
                                           mindfullness 

No magic mushrooms needed no ecstacy imbibed no dope just empathy and hope they live and paint a story of togetherness of truly global enterprise so    
                    far removed

Where John lives in a bubble of dreams alludes to crumbling walls and liberty
when belief and miracles mirror mirages and myriads of sun and moon and    
          rainbows

Unbelievable what planet does he live on is there no proof for imagery and intuition in his far away land in which phantasmagoria casts a death spell on 
                   an altar of collusion

As kiddies look up from their small computed machines in wonderment defy the rules and regulations they conquer viscous vicious silicone and veiled   
                           algorithms’ camouflaged perceptions

Their script cannot be found in canons their wands of intimate endearment float amazed confront a maze of logic arguments conclusions made from 
                                          undue premises of science

Like Momo from Ende’s allegory a Little Prince of twained twined twinned finned Huckleberry they play time and hats depict boas feathered elephants    
                                                 when apple cores fend of seduction

Whitewashes fences transcends borders and the newest progress of armory and mine fields just fiction no doubt but when mind games mingle with a soul   
                                of friendship the children win

The snake becomes friend does not mislead the journey on a garden path and corrodes a concept of nakedness imposed as shrapnel microchips and 
                 hidden wondrous nudity

Jody is a rambler and walks the fields of plenty from her beach hut plays with starfish where shells do not descend from heaven appear from underneath 
                                inner currents instead

Coral bangles on wrists not  handcuffed by norms equating forms of self-righteousness  a dolphins’ wisdom tattooed on foreplays’ skin is not merely 
                                          an afterthought she lives

When John and Jodie meet and shine the torch of betterment society declares them mad how dare they choose love instead of careful research prefer 
                          emotions and parabolic parables

Some famous five children the author’s own brood and offspring are caught in 
paradox yet for their sake and future truth must be told and incense must 
          set fire to so called modernity

When fiction takes its rightful place when dolphins ride on apple cores when games become play and pebbles on the waves of flotsam turn the tides of 
                               nonsense misappropriated reason

Where children shoot marbles instead of heroin’s anti heroic hypocrisy swing from ropes and anchors delivered by the ocean and jetsam becomes 
                     deliberate science’s fiction turns obsolete

Humanity requires fictions not factions nor crushed fractions divided ad infinitum and beyond Bach’s skies and Jonathan the seagull searches John and 
                                      Jody and joines awareness joyfully


16th March 2016

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