to sense the unknown

we all have an unrealized shared sense 

of the unknown.

we bond over 

an inherited muted underlying silence,

vast spaces occupied 

without the fill of understanding,

without a knowing pledge 

or confirming oath taken.

we passively rely 

on hidden truth to eventualize,  

as if recognition convinces the spirit 

of our being,

as if acknowledgment 

is a rite of passage to existence,

as if experience is a pit pass 

to the engine room of self,

as if regulatories are actually housed 

in a conscious mind.

experience is a mockery 

that plays upon its primalness,

for we are all addicted to 

the sensory drugs of infusion.

we over-emphasize the worth of intake,

yet burdensomely carry the light of being 

in our darkness.

we develop under-dimensionalized strategies for living,

as if survival has a timeline 

and proof is always evidential.

we mock ourselves 

with the substances of realism,

not the objects so much 

as ways of outward relating.

we are prided by an authenticity 

of separatism justified,

heavily invested in questing 

for the worth of survival,

yet fear is still the basis 

of brain development going forward.

we therefore create 

rightful fears of each other,

by race, by countries, 

by religions, by accomplishments.

we have vivid and lucid pathos 

evident upon recall.

we have singular motivations 

based upon drivenness.

we have falling forward in balance 

as looking good.

not all get to have existential sighs 

in the course of daily life.

some have the bleed of an innocents, 

they swim in.

some have the override of impressionism 

as compelling.

some are situationally bound 

that they load-carry as living.

some are just standouts 

as anomalies not worth association.

if we could just flatline 

and then rise from the dead,

each of us 

as an amazing collective, 

of transcended awareness, 

beyond circumstantial distractedness,

with instincts of bonded-ness realized 

as consciously operative,

not task-bound to build or reconstruct,

just a knowing presence 

from a different source base.

not knowledge but a knowing, 

as if a bonded oneness,

a medium of one-thought, 

one-presence, 

one-means.

where we all attend the funeral 

of existentialism together.

we are not burying the thought of it,

but more so, we are released from it 

as cognitive means.

we come to have a verticality 

of thoughtform skills.

we have hive-mind 

and a common sense of reflectiveness.

we are relational, 

as if planet and other species included.

we have tact, 

as task number one 

as common mutuality. 

we become relaxed 

from the mentoring of time.

we take, to have these bodies, 

as representational. 

we have brains realized, 

as resonators from beyond reality.

the universe is one mind 

and we tap in.

we are emotionally in flight 

and heart is all sky.

the material plane is just chalk 

scribbled on the board

and we are thoughts 

to hand to chalk to pressed to scrawled.

we are the vapor of existence 

returning back to light. 

we have come here 

to leave thought behind,

ride emotions 

until they evaporate as if dreams

and dematerialize 

the riddle of embodied form-existence,

to a zest, 

without void,

to zoom, 

without movement 

and to peace, 

without question . . .