we as human,
where all of the renderings of content
are only the carrier
of undisclosed emotions.
and the smolderings that irrationally surface
in self-talk
that hardly catch breath to say
as if the deeds of a momentary calm us down.
all of recognition is just a fix-method of containment
as if that focus fills the need for sensibility.
referential is just a method of that reach
as in the rest of the people
that get off on the elevator floor you did
but behind you.
and you feel them
but never look back to see.
attention is but a fire hose mentality for usage.
break glass, pull lever,
as if a form of personal permission
to engage and be engaged.
what else you got going?
a sense of spirit
on an invisible trampoline within you?
a call of destiny the remains faintly audible
but ever-reality out of sight?
a feeling for soul
that can’t find an appropriate wardrobe
to wear out in public?
yea, ‘human’ is an odd costume
to be wearing as if presentable . . .
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