no idea

experience is a default mode,

falling through every moment's on-rush.

the keyboard of the senses is busy.

the input is held as a constant surveillance flow, 

even if the boredom of naming everything

becomes to inwardly pronounced process.

experience is the end-game 

for conclusions' triumphs,  

and of course, their stone-face of judgments.

belief grows wings there,

makes a person feel voluminous inside,

as if standing before their self-monuments of truth, 

having at a religion of self-mindfulness,

said to every new self-sense-interest that arrives. 

but we need to focus our energies 

on reducing our mental-equivalency footprint 

on the planet 

and limit our species-elitist emissions.

say what?

hopefully you have no idea 

what I am are talking about.

if listen had a feel,

what am I conveying? . . .