the depth of wakefulness

wakefulness, with what depth,

is the steadfast of clarity,

is meaningful, all but floatational?

we feature surface as securing,

but delve is with constant irrational interest.

sensory has been conditioned to reflect,

what expectation deems as real,

yet we live for the unexpected.

we thrive on turns of eventfulness.

we are nuance-driven without report,

as rational mind is the cover.

but beyond the sensory overlay

or beneath the convenience of rational account,

tidbits of illusory keep false-surfacing.

somewhere within, 

in-depths are working on a different level.

safely, we call that an active imagination.

and we don't commonly share, 

these pit-passes with others.

yet people have to have the instincts 

and the self capacity to report of their findings,

to travel in privated ways within,

to journal their self sense, 

as if the life of a diary,

is in the making, 

but not to be revealed.

yet, topics of interest do emerge, 

as all the talk, 

as kindling presented.

does anyone expect science to answer?

is there something like a non-prejudicial view?

and if so, is there a clear mind for its reception?

we always have phenomenology, 

guarding at the suspected door.

we can event anything in to triviality. 

we can audience for the need,

but spectate as if indulged with entertainment.

is real ever really justifiable

for the things we could say,

but really don't make practical sense?

are we the pleasure of the mind

making reality a linear narrative?

observation, as if separate from,

is such a false front to be defending,

as the all of the unsaidness of circumstance.

call me philosophical,

if this all gets too abstract.

but recognition is but a mind game.

what I feel and sense still registers.

things I intuit, 

don't have the time of day

to leisure into a cognitive stance.

what I metaphysically come upon,

can register into feelings, 

migrating into thoughts.

what I sense about another,

may go beyond their personality or character traits.

if I feel a genuine connection to another,

I got vibes and then trust,

but no explanation as to the how or why.

wakefulness has more depth than account can muster.

swimming in the emotional ocean makes more sense

than standing on the rational land,

metaphorically speaking, that is.

I want land sensibilities in ocean circumstance,

to be a given for perception's permission.

life is so much more dimensionally rich,

than narrative can overdrive. 

so tell me about yourself,

without reality as your fallback 

or as your cover . . .