our language is trauma based.
the nature of how we experience is disturbance.
we have juxtaposition rather than confluence,
comparative severity rather than convergence,
depiction rather than emergence,
and identification based upon separate from.
we are a constant exercise in existential futility
as we affirm by separation and supposed distance.
we confirm by sensory obviousness to conclusions,
all primarily languaged assisted.
we hurt further with all details’ escorting.
we are the religion of ‘absentia-of-oneness’.
and rigorously devoted as such.
our hearts are the overwhelming void
of oneness disposed
to the unbounded richness of unspoken-ness.
feel is volumetric, holographic, symphony-said
but without wordiness as the bludgeoning needed.
reality is of itself unrealized ‘PTSD’,
species-wide
but how does one help heal
when the only language base that works
is the touch from the heart-felt-ness of being . . .
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