the death of meaning 4/21/20

there are those nanoseconds between thoughts

when no sense exists

easy to spend a life 

looking past any of these

as if the crease between page turns

but they are there

and in there are free falls

elaborate vacuous voids

no identity, 

no proof of worth

no sense input reaching the brain

but not empty either

yet undeclared 

by meaning's gushing assistance

what if 

it is the death of meaning

as life saving terms

where existence is not proof there of

where physicality is all cane work

as the walking stick of the material plane

to provide answers 

if there are here to for questions asked

hard to spend extended periods of time there

more difficult than general body balance

a world without meaning's pushy assistance

there is no time for courage to explore

can't take those tools of cognition

and their recognition escort equipment

just full-bodied vacancy

not relational as a greeting style implemented

maybe the come-on is high contrast

but then that is already a fall-back response

it's time off from everything as known

time-out from being in the know

even if meaning is discovered 

to only be a pretend

it is familiar and convenient 

and otherwise apparently constant

this is altogether preparedly unapproachable

it is happening all of the time

but exists without notice 

as a means of intervention

so what is that?

is it just the mass of you in occupancy?

is it just like rocks or dirt or organic matter?

for whatever, it has its own composition.

it has continuance as your physical accomplice 

so does meaning save any of us

or is meaning just along for the experiential ride?

we ride the physical

but is meaning ever in charge?

with the discovery of these integrative voids,

it seems like meaning is a glorified pretend

not that meaning isn't full of directives

but seriously,

meaning may all be corrective in nature

meaning is sort of a surrogate state of existence

in which you can't question the questioner!

so, is the mind the headwaters of the river of being

or the podium with an active microphone?

maybe that nanosecond void is not empty

but seriously exhilarating 

but experientially not available

by our style of awareness or account

so we must remember

as a working premise,

void is void until it is not

anything more or less

must be something else . . .