..to the gallery

We always come loaded
of what we never know

All our thoughts speeches
and silences
cum-laudead
.
Epistemics sans ontics
Logics les pretentious
Theorems ad'hominems
*
Unloading it
all et.al., with
a fart albeit
of which yet
hope Eye do
**
That we play to
is the gallery of language
the eggshell of Mr Key

.*.*.*.*.
. dots dotten
*spells mixstaken
**Ayes done