there is only one verb 5/1/18

all I can initially be 

is an intimate audience 

for the expressing of 

how you do 

who you are.

I focus past 

the distraction of differences

to be in tune from within.

what makes sense, then passes.

that you are ever forthcoming

is more than magnetic.

maybe we are mirroring

off of each other 

into an expanded sense 

of oneness.

no claims to be made.

attending is devotion.

fervor has no turn on-turn off switch.

caring is a sidebar observation.

mentoring is a give and take.

there is a greater whole

that expresses us, 

than us.

vice is always versa.

identity circulates between

the amid of us, 

being us.

go figure unfolds of itself.

that which essentially has no beginning

fundamentally also has no end.

love is a form of objectification

when placed in this,

as a subtext.

we live as the diversity

of one verb.

every act-out is a pretend.

go-find-me seems to be a directive.

leaning-in is introspection

as if meditative.

how sacred is the obvious?

everything interpreted

is second-hand information.

to be audience 

is eventually a surrender.

intimacy is a self-love rendering.

experience is eventually memory 

in foreclosure.

maybe we live for the pouring out

from what elixir that we become . . .