beyond hearts that beat

if our heartbeats made no audible sound,

and they do.

but we settled for 

a lower vibrational state of interpretation.

frequencies live where they do,

and for us to go there, 

is to sensory immerse, 

beyond what our recognition would call out.

recognition guarantees that we never get there

because our method only provides for spectatorship.

we return with accounts, 

memories and viewership status.

but entry, immersion, deep-seeded transformation,

are not handouts at the experience door.

we are a consciousness of drive-bys, 

billboard in-takes, 

conclusions as if store-boughts.

it is as if taste was about flavor and texture

and not attentive to chemical bodily needs,

as if refinement went the way

that mind-use took us.

we use to have a sense that told us of our deficiencies.

but flavor became the worth of the commentary. 

the heart beat has a symphony that plays

more deeply than 

sound in our range of hearing concurs.

our senses are rewarded for what they do

and we have tasked them into a servitude,

in which their talents become limited

in the deliveries they make,

as we refine them 

to the grossness of experience

in comparative truth ways.

even individuals with exceedingly special sensory skills

are confined to being notables of a sort.

we have cages made out of normalcy

and methods of approval and view.

life is/was a self experiment

and discovery needs not be conventionalized.

every heartbeat has a deeper oneness 

than our capacity to notice can provide. 

still to resolve.

why is an empty mind is so full

and our full mind are so empty? . . .