the language of incessancy
is never the act or the substance.
that is always the evidence of disguise.
the speak is repetitious.
the search is the delve.
the want is a pronouncement,
in code, from deep within
for the containment of ever-expansive,
the free fall of levity rising,
the crush of expansion unending,
the zing beyond thought's grasp,
the tingle more meaningful than one's name,
the promised land beyond expectation's claim,
the ritual of mesmerization finalized,
the float beyond comprehension's claim,
the state restful would want to deem,
as to be gone,
way past from proximity's entry,
to be of timelessness,
beyond having satisfaction as a need.
to then awake,
floating in a lake as familiar would float,
restful but in recovery's surmise,
vanquished with embarrassment's recall,
yet the need in replenishment satisfied.
but still, incessancy is slowly in the brew,
to essentially be,
of that which will come once again to override.
it will speak to me in mutterdom,
until I rise in witness,
to once again,
be the action,
striving for the conscious soul awareness
of the enormity,
beyond the incessancy of the override . . .
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