quantum in laughter

paradoxes don't exist but are perceived,

as if fluids are made of solid liquids in passing.

is this where the construction of understanding abides?

do we ever have knowing without being told?

is objectivity always the road-course but never the driving?

do words ever leap off the page of their turnkey existence?

is mindful a keepsake of awareness as craftsmanship?

do we ever study the method of study

and not get amused at our own entrapment as process?

when does think accept the premise of evidential?

we proceed as a subliminal flow

but only register as if by experience

based on riverbank asides and stream-bed bottom account.

we have embrace, as a coming together account.

we need immerse, as a unifying towards a oneness.

a language of differentiation is premised in separatism,

therefore we can only subscribe to know.

the genius of differentiation does not evolve us along.

we contrive for normalcy as if by cognitive need. 

so quantum, eventually objectified, is our ultimate reward.

if we have mind-thirst as an incessancy of cravings,

would evaporative ever be the elixir of satiation and quench?

can I get a case of paradox to go

and a side order of mind-in-witness with that?

is there life before gene-pool existence identified?

what if essence only exonerates 

when essence comes back home

and leaves the radical life of knowing's miscreant existence?

sorry, but for me, all language lies to itself, of itself.

head-spin is only asking for essence to materialize,

for mindfulness to relinquish a sense of residence

just be the quantum in its own form of laughter,

as we carry on becoming only and ever the punchline . . .