the origin of interest 6/16/19

how do I know what constitutes interest?

I get the heat of attention

but where from within me

does the minuscule of kindling come from?

who of me inhales that fire of interest

yet unbeknownst to a conscious me?

I only then get the faintest of smoke 

cuing into interest as enthusiasm for blaze,

eventually lit up with attention span.

broad strokes of streaming cognition 

attempt to intervene.

curiosity sits in, as alert is all ears.

the first inklings of speech 

are making waves in the brain.

language is constructed and consuming

by a brain-full of words

as if fuel for the engine of attention to continue.

I get the gist of all the moving parts,

but what constitutes interest of itself?

no, I am not saying the topic at hand

or the item being attended,

but where does this cuing of attention starts?

is it anything in contrast to boredom?

is it sensory frames in search from thirst there of,  

for image or topic or a matter to be in hand?

is interest always positional in seeking?

is curiosity always an innocence to start with?

so much escapes into the flow 

from the cross hairs of readied concern.

it seems that my mind, of itself, 

is only there at post-arrival, immediately thereafter.

so, out of what interior unknown does interest arise?

are there cues within me that work on their own?

is interest an attention summary for defense purposes,

or story-ability as a way of interest seeking props? 

interest seems to have account-for 

working almost the unconscious, behind the scenes.

is interest only a self state of awareness then

a made-for-reality context takes over?

is interest eventually my white cain for reality purposes?

is interest a lifetime skilling to piece together

the reality puzzle day by day ongoing?

a bicycle has gears and a chain to translate into motion,

so what does interest have for its occupancy in life?

are words that pop up, just as flash cards 

to coerce interest into some conscious sense of act?

if I go to the bare knuckles of pre-birth awareness

does that get me to the source of interest?

is interest an unstoppable plague that generates of itself?

a glue that has no known countering agent,

the tongue of conscious-speak,

the swizzle-stick of reality 

that doubles as a mind-suck straw?

it seems like attempting to get off of fly-paper

by using other fly-paper does not get me free to the source.

this maybe deeper than hormonal 

and certainly beyond the use of words

as if props ever truly identify 

beyond their usage to identify their true source . . .