a conclusionary existence 2/24/18

we are deeply ensconced in a mind-bog

a closet of conclusions that firmly adore us

a threadbare wardrobe of verbal weaponry

amoebas of thought-consequence

that breed a projected landscape of conclusions

a knighthood of reactive-defense in residence

we all speak conclusion as if it is native tongue

a woven carpet of premises for protection’s call

where by tone only escorts the technicalities raised by talk

dueling in syllables as conclusions are fencing with foils

conclusions confront the now to be made over

into that which was already perceived from the past

expectations join forces to support that cause

spontaneity is an outlier in demand but facing resistance

unrehearsed as a state of being is hard to come by

conclusions live a migratory life day by day

in a state of appraisal, as an acquired skill, that lives within

conclusions take stances, impose perceptions as reign

hard to be free from within as conclusions abound

conclusion-speak is a way of life, superficially successful

in that light, we are a species kept in conclusion’s zoo

free spirits may find it a bit difficult to take flight then land

everything identifiable is already spoken for by conclusions

everything legal is as if by law a conclusion’s paradise

yet conclusions do not produce the nectar we all seek

we search to sip the beyond even if as to drink alone

new thought has no home-base residence to speak of

new feel is only a diary entry done without the use of words

eventually conclusionary is but burdensome to carry on

we need a new language base usage that does not conclude

how can that be?

a life beyond the syntactical basis of conclusion’s origin

could that ever be vocal in nature?

could language usage ever be only a capella-additive?

where agreement isn’t a mindful decision but more so a be?

how deep would we have to go to get to where

we are that consciousness of one?

a conclusionary existence preforms as prohibitive to that.

maybe conclusionary is mindful existence

while living is more the art of feelings in coalesce

set free . . .