We’ve always seem to come
from the awkward side there
of,
building towards
demonstratable excess,
somehow accounting for all
of the variables,
reveling in the conjugation
of the potential
consequence,
featuring all of these
elements,
as the moronic cacophony on
the rise,
as if it were a musical,
building towards crescendo,
metamorphosis though
critical mass,
and we, as humans,
all had seats on the fifty,
living the expected
but longing for the
unexpected to emerge
but dimensionally
demonstrative
and there by, critical mass
as being audience friendly.
But what of the critical
un-mass?
That which labors discreetly
below our sensory range,
unimpeded, massively
prevalent
yet remarkable undertow.
To be where we don’t have at
it
as an agreed upon consensual
grasp,
though we might hurl
meaningfuls
as innuendoes or inferences,
or express through like
qualities of
empathy, telepathy,
telekinesis,
psychic, clairvoyance,
mystical,
intuitive, and even
spiritual
as if to cast a cognitive
net or spell
of dead right noteworthy in
capture.
But there is no blatant
symbology
standing at the street
corners
of recognition waving in our
direction,
flagging us down
for a face to face exchange
in these cases.
No, critical un-mass
is like an away game
except the journey is not
a here to there journey.
It is transformational in
nature,
away from the mundane.
It is acquiring awareness
skills
otherwise vaguely used
in our normal experiential
lives.
So, is the new frontier,
not revelations about
the death of the planet
but a new life of
consciousness
for looking and being?
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