Pardon my entry
into your awareness.
My innocent ploy is
your voluntary interest.
Yes your focus is my need.
So . . . here we are
and I have your attention.
Well, maybe I am just reaching.
I have made some assumptions
about what we share.
I thought you were
as bored as I.
I mean
this pretending to be separate
and then freshly meeting up anew.
I vibed you many times from afar.
I assumed that you did like wise also.
This does not feel like
meeting at square one
you know!
So what are we to do?
For my part,
whatever is fine by me.
I am just struggling with
the way we do who we are.
No, not just you and me
but people in general.
What is this means
we use to give appearances?
This way we stand apart
and then meet as if anew.
All this language and posturing
and then the story as fill.
At one level this all really seems
very odd to me,
and yet overly habitual
in all those other familiar ways.
It is like
let’s agree
to go unconscious together.
I won’t rain on your stagnation
and you don’t rain on mine.
This is our collusion of sorts
but supposedly not intentional.
It is weird how much we do this
and not notice enough to care.
It bugs me in a restless sort of way.
I mean it gets in the way of being,
most all of the time.
Not that I know for sure
what else there is to do.
But it is so blatantly vacant
and nothing really happens.
I guess it’s like
we lack something playful inside.
I feel mischievous
and do not know
what that really means.
It’s not like practical jokes
or punking someone.
No, its not like we need to act crazy
or get wasted on something.
It is more like I know you
but don’t know how I know.
I feel you
as if we had walkie-talkies
on our inner dialogue.
It’s fun that way
and there are others
much the same.
But nothing ever happens.
no response, no play.
So what do you say?
This awareness stuff,
is this all that strange to you
or what?
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