anything in mind focus
is a false prominence.
it is
as if ice skates on glaciers,
as if white chalk scrawled
on a passive blackboard,
ink embarrassed
as print on a page,
a flashlight on
in a swamp of darkness,
visual focus on anything
that is less or more than a gaze,
the name assignments given to designate
that is human objectified,
the foreground frenzy of valued
becoming falsely dignified,
any language base
that is less than holographic,
any movement that is mentally specified
as from an 'a' to a 'b'.
we are a species of myopia,
thriving in a world of dander.
where anything visually sighted
is just an eye chart test,
falsified by recognition.
we have rights and privileges
as species specificities.
we have lights for night times
and dark rooms and shading for the days.
we have the status of privileged
as a form of isolation
and yet esteemed.
we invented the prop-fest
of a livable world.
confluence and alignment are
our lives on a learning curve.
we invented entertainment
to dumb-down our curious minds.
we took to memory
to distort our sense of scale.
all of our know
only becomes the passing of story-able.
we are still migratory
with impudence and mental impedance.
from birth to death,
we are brushstrokes taken.
breath is our wealth,
and mind-full-ness,
is our death threat journey . . .
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