sensory as existence

 

the glaring flaws of sensory existence

are as billboards of recognition, 

in flash-flood awareness.

we are the kayak of self, 

paddling with the tongue of the mind,

riding the currents of input,

as tactiles, visuals and audibles rumble by.

recognition keeps to the buoyancy-task.

the balance of being 

avoids the sinking down.

skill-sets of awareness 

are handling the sensate rush,

getting doused with the hysterical splashes

but avoiding the emotional wipeouts 

or even the issues of immersion

that lead to the deluge of being swamped.

yet we ride, float, paddle along,

use fear as a disposition for journey.

the kayak of self is made of suppositions,

of fibers of belief finely woven,

to keep us afloat in this sensory sea,

to brave the ever rapids,

to settle in for the long journeys,

to be ever appraised of the here-to-there.

camera ready as ever 

new lands are approaching.

dock for sleep 

but afloat for every day's campaign. 

sensory keeps the self sense adrift.

portage is a resulting way of thought.

personality is all about rowing style,

from pull, pole or sweep.

sensory is just surface entry interaction.

fear of downing is the only religion

and of avoiding the wake resulting

from the ship of fools in passing.

all information is precipitous in nature.

eventually paddling becomes the norm

yet every landing leads me 

to long for more self-afloat.

sensory is an addiction

that self seems made of and for.

I want the mystery of water

to tell me the truth,

but not in sensory ways 

or by metaphorical means.

make evaporation speak to me directly.

have rain tell me why it cries.

I want the songbook for water.

and why fear makes me 

always want to float.

otherwise, sensory is telling me 

half-truths or outright lies . . .