Meaning,
meaning what?
What
does meaning have to do?
It's its
own subjective persona!
It
dresses up in different topics,
walks
across the mind,
taking
its sure footed time and attention,
then
boom, gone, moved on.
It's a
stop light along
attention's
crosswalk observance.
Einstein
couldn't wait to get out of there.
What do
you got, when you got know?
Why do
you think creative people shy away?
Look, do
you want the photo albums,
the
retentive mind press clippings,
and the
anecdotes,
or the
ever-unfolding journey?
Do you
want the clutter of trophy heads
or the
free space inside your head?
Sure we
all do agreement
as a
form of life at gunpoint.
And
meaning is the accomplice,
we all
recognize in the lineup.
But if
you want to spend your life as a victim,
then
live for meaning
and all
those haunting
ten most
wanted pictures
at the
memory post office of your life.
Meaning
is really more like
colorful
bougainvillea
you
learn to live near but not close at hand.
Meaning
in review takes all this time
to
digest, to store, to remember, to dispense,
to
exchange, to update, and to discount.
You'd
have to give up everything else
eventually,
to truly embrace meaning.
Meaning
is a shower curtain
that
does not really reach the floor.
It is
like a deodorant, in that
it masks
as much as it protects.
It
leaves you holding onto a bouquet
of fresh
cut but slowly dying answers.
It's
like traveling around the world
with a
video camera,
meaningfully
documenting your life
for you
to watch later in your life,
as your
life!
When
does meaning get you?
Meaning
offers you a version of yourself,
that
you, well,
spend a
lot of time trying to prove.
Meaning
is a mentor
with its
own hidden agenda.
It plays
a three card Monty
that
always underscores your worth.
Was
meaning ever really the right lighting
to see
anybody in?
Meaning
has no curse words.
Meaning
would not have your heart skip a beat.
Meaning
has been recruited as a medicine.
It's
like plaque.
It's
only a byproduct of chewing life.
Meaning
steals truth,
just for
dress rehearsals.
Eventually
all meaning will be copyrighted.
Meaning
finds pictures
and
makes clocks out of them,
to pass
the time.
It
claims to be the rain forest
but in a
petrified way.
If
meaning were solid ground
then
living is an ocean.
Meaning
is only the photos taken
with
celebrities in mind,
that
they personally signed.
Meaning
has the life of melting ice cream.
Meaning
could never know
if it
were a bother.
It is a
desert kingdom
where
voices are constantly shifting as sand.
Meaning
should never have its own way.
it would
birth itself
and
immediately assume the parental role.
Meaning
could live for pose downs.
It is
the metastasis
of
collective consciousness.
Meaning
is eventually a form of dander,
though
it was surely useful though as skin.
Well
actually meaning is a kind of skin.
Maybe it
is essential
in an
embodied sort of way.
But in
that way,
meaning
is a lot like beauty
whether
it is in the eye
or only
skin deep . . .
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