the prism of response

language itself is pseudonymistic,

in every out-breath of its efforts. 

yes, we are alive, 

undiminished and clueless.

we have nominology save our asses,

so it seems.

we have relational, 

as a deep philosophy of means.

we teach it, 

subscribe it, 

incessantly demand it.

we override with cognition,

as if to name all legitimate feelings, 

as such,

but we don't have the creative resource 

to be from the within, 

without cognitive, 

as this supersede,

as if feelings of origin 

have lexicons of usage,

as if feelings have needs 

to surface for words to say.

feelings have an original world 

before and beyond,

what spoken has to offer.

even the tone of one's voice 

has deeper validity,

than what spoken articulation 

can lip-service define.

we made cups and saucers of speech,

to sip the fluids of being 

and swim with gusto,

rather than melt into a liquidity 

of collective presence.

we have higher octaves 

of connectivity operative

but we dwell in a prism of response

rather than become 

the light of our beings . . .