what is meaning the fill of?

when meaning is only an archaic answer,

a still-shot taken, 

amidst the philosophy of the on-going,

a constant flow of contradictions

as memory's offerings.

so if time is a philosophy,

then our sense of time is its own rebuttal. 

if flow is mastery

then we, as humans, 

are the process of being but intermediaries. 

we are the techniques 

of reductionism into nouns

and the sensory denial

of the essence-work of verbs,

yet ever the edifice of that as rebuttal.

we are the porn of comprehension

in the over-rides 

of the means of conception,

where every moment of awareness

is a potential selfie reward, 

taken experientially,

where our wonder is waisted 

on the proof of worth.

we are the creation of surround

as proof of our bystander status.

we have a god as referential

and an earth 

as act-out of ownership.

we are circum-inventive

to pass as the time of the day.

night-times are our earnest attempts

at the essence of honesty.

where wake-ups are blow-backs

and sleep-times are registries of regains.

'let me help you to help me',

is our reductionistic version 

of a common mind.

the use of language 

is its own form and format 

of socialized distancing.

you, in your mind,

and me in mine.

to be in hearing range,

is a format

for the subtleties of emotions to occur.

linear thinking is represented by

the two dice hanging

from our experiential rear view mirror 

in the car of our conclusionary existence.

each die, the counter conclusion of the other,

as in, right-wrong, up-down,

left-right, moral-immoral, 

good-bad, black-white,

and ever onward.

yet both representing the worth of the past, 

going forward.

each of us, having a self 

as our own vehicle,

making time and space 

the hi-ways we are all traveling,

having at 

fill-ups, gridlocks, drive-ins, and garages

and medicals for our motors.

we run on high octanes 

and even sometimes on fumes.

for the planet itself, to us,

is covered in hi-ways, parkings lots, and junkyards, 

in referential service to us all.

we can refer to each other

as blasts, upgrades, efficiencies, 

or even heaps.

for mindfulness ever motors on.

this is how spirit is compromised 

into our passenger status. 

we are only circum-inventive

and call that species advancement.

and what we are that our minds do,

is of a vehicular orientation,

while the rest of each of us 

gets to emotionally ride along . . .