Experience, as an outcome,
is our posture of predisposition
yet in the deepest recesses of it as being,
experience would want emotion
to set aside the modesty of topic.
It would want inspiration
to stop coming on and just be.
Experience would want emotion's life
to feel as if it were a pride of lions feasting
with all deaths towards a redistribution of spirit.
Experience would long for language
to have tonal prominence as its definitive means.
It would want to end the surprise
felt from another's touch.
Experience would want the sounds of all voices
to be the only true thirst for sound at all.
Experience would, in time,
like to genuinely decompose into presence
and not just all together be forgotten in passing.
Experience, for itself, would like to embrace
the makers of paradox.
It would want miracles to also profess
their indifference for their deeds.
Experience would want to revel in
desire's essential character behind its many voices.
It would want tears acknowledged
for their nourishment.
It would want the earth's brain to know laughter,
first hand.
Experience would want time to only exist
at mid sneeze.
It would want wisdom to stop dressing up for others
and experience would like from us
fewer stories and less reminiscing in history.
Experience would agree to show us where joy is
and the why’s and how’s of joy
but fully admits
experience itself cannot ever be
the source of our true joy . . .
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