every sound bite of speech is stillborn blasphemy
blather articulated into thought-form meanings
soon, sinking from the horizon line of awareness
settling beyond any cognizance of concern
the carpet of attention absorbed it into mute
the parade of sensory attention moves on
the backdrop yawns with ambience reborn
events shuffle by, one dance-card slot at a time
these frames of reference make up our story
page-turns happen as next thoughts come
the world reads to me as a childhood story
I am my own parent presenting
and my own self of child watching and listening
rhetorically, what is that real that is all in my head
but that’s the way we do this itness as humans
our reality is a gloss and accepted as such
our lives are self-myopicly fulfilling
the God out there blesses us all right here
as if we all share in a common dream
lego-linked by sound-bites and thoughts-forming
we made up these right-angles to stand for truth
yet the sacred cut reveals truth
everywhere before our eyes
we would make circles to be dazzled with perfection
but the universe is all spirals in full fast-moving display
the universe has no surprises for itself
but we implore a narrative as if comprehension
and stage our experience as if audience intended
how can that be so as if we stand for truth
because we literally made up the concept of truth
as a self reflecting mirror
based on our self-consciousness revealing
and we never leave behind the stories we tell ourselves
indoctrination is mean and cruel to self administer
but love is everywhere and yet concealed
our heart-mind already knows this
what our brain-mind yearns for
we are made of the math that lives beyond calculation
we made the word quantum up
and stare at it conceptually for starters
God within us starts where conclusions end their journey
are there any questions that God would ask of us?
that would be self talk without the use of words . . .
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