the oneness of us all 12/6/19

we are in the casket of living,

buried in the ongoing as over-flow.

decay as reminiscence is our only hope,

trapped in the gravity of down-right situations,

surrounded by the impendingness of circumstances.

it seems impossible to actually move freely.

we wear the shackles of mindsets.

even if we think clearly,

by the time it becomes thought,

overwhelm is upon us.

we are prison-cells of the self of separateness.

we only become more isolated 

by our own sensory means interpreted.

we are the one big flaw, mass induced.

why we took bodies and comprehension

not knowing what we still don’t.

it behooves us to wonder and wander 

as if inexpressively confused.

after all, we still have our standards, our principles,

our sense of entitlement, 

and our myopia as matrix seduced. 

and what is so randy about all of that?

judgment is just another form of selfies proposed.

we wanted candor as audiences received.

we wanted outspokenness as silence is agreement.

we wanted prominence as conspicuousness perceived.

we wanted relevance to be what we think it to be.

how irreparable and yet driven to proceed.

we need lactation of soul intravenously, 

not vain but vein in a psyche manner.

we have definitely gotten off

but then we only got off

and now we are lost within our foundness. 

cluelessly living the answer alive

in the light of the day 

but not spiritually ignited. 

whims of what we wanted to be

beseeched with time on our hands

and with thought in our minds.

and neither implore us towards clarity.

if I could reach you by being you,

outside of time and space and thought

then we would mutually know

the oneness of us all 

and nobody would be the wiser . . .