A Cosmographer is Loose!

Let’s talk about outside. I know it’s there until I turn my pocket inside out
and try to place a penny there. But I don’t even have to do that to make sense.
I can do that without trying. Does that make me a wizard?
Imagine this? A pocket slicked with glue. That would solved the problem.
You’d never lose your change unless you used tweezers or some other such thing.
And that’s how most things are. You put two and 2 together and get singularity
until some sage comes along and tells you to put on your pants.
The whole picture, fella. Or you’ll be arrested.
Two things are evoked here: indecent exposure and many more things too numerous to
count. So let’s remove the latter and fall into the pocket.
Carefully when I mentioned latter you also heard ladder and fell off into a pocket
where you might have been playing pocket pool if the police weren’t hanging around.
The fact is if you’re hanging around just doing nothing and are young enough
you might exhibit an erection. Oh for the good old days when Nature called and you ran
and took a cold or was it a hot shower … Is it that way with the opposite sex too?
God help us! But if there’s no such thing we’re nuts and bolts just waiting around
to be reassembled. Over a number of years of course. But remember this. Ours is to
repeat life not exactly. And the rest is history until we rest in thee. We hope we hope we
hop!