to experience experience

to experience experience,

not the results or outcomes,

but the mechanism and means of experience,

the influx and the flood

before cognition takes hold,

before depiction fills in the blanks,

before sensory is totally stolen into sensible, 

before thought has dignified itself as presenter.

note, the whole backstage of it all:

the front screen assumptions,

the bodily front row seats,

before the techniques 

of assumption and expectation became so evident. 

the experience of experience

without all that fanfare,

not looking outward 

but venturing inward

without a scope or convention to receive,

a free-fall or a free-up

with no recognition presenting,

not even a screen sense

or sensory service available as means,

no location for mind to center point from,

time-space not a consideration for usage,

no language forthcoming to handhold,

clips of words fragmenting as meaning disappears

beyond the end point of experience's capacity.

notice is removed from any edginess.

constancy has no sense of capture.

relevance has no self of audience.

what was a self of relevance, is long-gone. 

the deception is, 

call it experience of experience,

since no skills or means transitioned.

experience demystified

amongst the clutter of conundrums,

mass without occupancy,

form without surface,

integrity without observation,

soul without knowing

in being without time,

in simplicity.

experience knocks on the door of itself.

asking if it can come in

but unable to disavowal of itself. 

and we, having a fear of this as ocean,

live on not wanting to drown in the sea . . .