Be bored? * 10/11/12

I can be bored 

with what my mind is doing.

I can be bored

with my emotions

when they sit

in conclusions' wake.

I can be bored

with reality as a mindset.

I certainly can be bored

with duality's premise,

polarizations and themes.

Although, I am rarely bored

with boredom.

Boredom is like a lit flashlight

in a dark room.

For it is not only what

the flashlight on sees

but also how it is gripped 

and who of me is holding it.

They, as perspectives

are providers,

all bestowed straightforwardly,

without comeuppances

or other asides.

It is like reading

the ears of a dog,

or tracking white rabbits

in freshly fallen snow,

or a kind of graphology

from personal penmanship.

Boredom offers frame

and interior wherewithal.

Be bored

maybe an imperative,

a coronation of instigation!

Being bored is not

a press pass to

a bleacher seat for me.

Being bored is

a war room invite,

a forensics’ confessional,

the secret read

from the fine print

of a sacred document,

lotto numbers flashed

in tomorrow’s winning sequence,

where dimensions convene

behind reality’s sightseeings,

a set of built-in binoculars

bent of subtle focus

and ever so faint sightings.

Be bored?

Oh yea,

I can be bored . . .