perspective is a pejorative term.
even imaginative is a slur of perspective,
expecting some proof of purchase
in the mind
or there is outright refusal to carry on,
as if it is all a distractive muse of the mind.
we have, as mind is a container,
rather than a functional resonator of means.
if the mind was a magnifier,
a laser pointer,
a bear in a dumpster,
a scale of perspective,
a visual and verbal feel of gloves in usage,
but no, mind is the library of record,
apprehension's approval board,
the waterfall of certitude,
ever the carwash itself.
our whole reality is seconds assisting,
from knowledge to props.
we all have a closet mentality
about conscious information worn,
then appropriately tossed
into memorable containment.
we are travelers that overstay
our sense of experience.
we already had a camera in the mind,
but we invented 'on' also.
we already had a movie taking place,
so we also invented ones that go on screens,
so that we can further view them,
on our own inner movie screen.
we already had movement,
so we came up with faster, further,
higher, and wildly more profound.
we added wings and drugs,
drama, and broadways shows.
movement became our private mentor,
not of sanity but of surety.
if you are moving, you are real,
or in a comma, inwardly real.
I am in a freefall,
if my life isn't referential.
life between thoughts is
an amnesia worth living,
but living hasn't been designed that way.
and no one wants to wear
the shoes of the slow witted
and have joyous droll
coming off their face,
because their world is
unsightly rich and far away.
and I wanted perspective to save my ass,
like I discovered the next moment,
and I have needs to present that to you,
as if worldly is my measure of worth.
we are all merchants of hand-me-downs.
new is just a term we all agreed to use,
as if experience is the drug of choice.
oh there is a back-there
that humbles us all.
and we are all millipede feet,
aware of ground contact immeasurably,
but not sure of the collective,
we embody above us . . .
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