when what-say never says it at all

there are those

who have an enterprise of unrealized feelings.

these feelings that can't find 

a languaged way to say in full.

for them, that which take these verbal flights 

are as seethings

that can't land on explanation's surface to say.

those utterances have an auric presence 

as a discharge

that gains a presence as noted belittlement. 

this exists for others to sense

as an illogical way of gaining merit by presence.

these remarks have no specific sense of scale 

in a definitional account of self.

surely they have an inflight status 

of emotional discharge 

yet with no settled place for that to conversational land.

for these people, 

their conversational journey

is a hidden migratory from topic to topic,

only to find a home-base of unsettledness.

clearly, they travel best as people in silence 

yet with a warranted amount of emotional luggage 

but inwardly held in excess.

they have an irrational emotional intelligence 

that lives its life in self-slavery or relational servitude.

they have a sense of freedom 

that is emotionally unclaimable,

but mentally exists in definitionally cynical terms.

often they find their mentality 

as a form of latent emotional elitism.

they often exist in a form of emotionalism 

that is widely open to mental sabotage

and is at odds with a mentally logical world. 

except for spite,

they can appreciate emotional campfires, 

even if the material burning is their anguish

for watching their expectation go up in flames.

often they are handed a script 

that somehow does not justify 

their role in the ongoing play.

eventually, they will claim a home-base 

with some degree of spiteful regard.

for them, the logic of emotionality 

is like watercolors that haven't dried,

while the mentality of emotionality 

is like oils and acrylics

that are long since hardened.

but their lives are their emotional ever-urge 

to paint 

as their version of

to be in their now . . .