do commune

 

haunted, deserted, abandoned, 

is the future 

of the last moment's experience.

atrophied, biased, judgmental, 

is the work of memory,

working it, overtime.

no one wants to sleep 

under the blankets of experience.

everyone wants to rest

on the mattress of buoyant light.

if every moment is fresh, anew and alive,

why do we carry 

so much baggage of attendance,

as if consciousness by experience's claim

is a mandate to be revered?

we seem to live 

as if we are homeless soloists 

and have needs 

to carry everything with us ongoing.

there is nothing bountiful in that method.

trust is just a self preservation style functioning.

we are only breathing 

as a method of catching up.

the behinder we get is all in refrain,

as if the chorus of a bland song never ends

and steals the hum of our souls.

logic is only made 

of sailor's knots, explained.

the book of the month

should not end with exasperation in release.

we have the dignity 

of emptiness from within.

we reserve the right to not make sense

be the cornerstone of our existence.

feel free is not a designation

but a natural ongoing state

that we can't ignore just to be pleased 

by what experience has to offer

without the use of asking questions.

we don't have a mind-state 

internally running us,

without language. 

we don't communicate. 

but we do commune, 

beyond what experience 

generally has to offer . . .