the last rites of sameness 8/12/19

my fascination with sameness

obviously it is not the object

that is of primary interest

it is more so the viewing of it

who of me who sees or senses

that feeds that information to whom

that whom of me that lives in conclusions

that references the what of it 

in a comparative way as its means

and then wildly arrives at a response

the reappearance of sameness

what clipped sense of expediency is served

who is benefited by that cursory response

what agenda plays havoc with what is sensed

that observation has no carriage of worth

outside the self-serving appraisal of view

how does my experience provide for this

I live for the variety and the uniqueness to abound

and yet my regulatory is set up to account

for, of all things, the insight of sameness around

this is not an existential remark to say

it is a misuse of my sensory range

it is living for sensory reductionism

to feed a conclusionary mind to pasture

what is the benefit for me with that

a prison of my own making

without the wherewithal to notice first hand

I did not want to turn my senses into cursory spies

I wanted them for discovery 

and the impetus for adventure

not the numbing of boredom highlighted as such

sameness as a report is a misuse of curious

an obstruction of inquisitiveness as effort’s goal

this is the slow death of comparative truth

if sameness is what I get.

sensory was to be the lead dog of a life of adventure

not the junkyard dog chained on a hill

fascination with the end-product of sameness

is a slow death from the inside out

brain numb and so death come sooner

maybe it’s just that sameness as a conclusion sucks

sameness dressed up in conclusion’s wake

is just that!

funeral services to be held 

at the vigil of observation . . .