facile muscles are a Sanskrit of the face
so I have to be the eyes of inwardly anxious
to see facially in a mirror
what it looks like I mean
I was born an orphan
to the shadows cast from my parents
I found myself to be more interested
in the mechanics of believing
rather than the inner workings of autos,
the necessities of bicycle maintenance
or the demanding motors
of yard-work attendance
religion seemed to be the roadways
that belief as engines ran upon
for the way that reality works it
I can't afford to live any place
so I wander around inside of myself
some people have tasks as ordination,
others have burdens as load-bearing worth
some have purpose as posterized futures
while others have often as fantasized
I ponder as a form of sketch-work
done in the privacy of observation
as the patience of charcoal
and the retention of composure as canvass
I have had to ask myself
if wisdom is only lip-service of the ancients
or the secrets derived from original thought
but then who am I to them from then
that is not the who of them in this now
wonder is a terrible thing
to waste on answers
journey is made up of direction and passage
effort is melodious all of the way
experience is a ride-along
as sidekick or wingman
where is an answer they live for
I seem to be placidly impressed
from far away
first hand comes to me secretly
from all others
we are a hive mentality
no one else seems to bother to care about
I can't avoid that sense of togetherness
lots of natural connections
have no means of display
but pose with each other
by presence in action
I thought of us, humans,
as in the same way
we have thought-forms that commingle
we share sighs of delight
we have emotional stare-downs
but also together-feelings that take flight
we are made of Sanskrit of being
but now live in a language way out of date
I have time as some lint in my pockets
of the wear I ware, where-ever I seem to go
so much of focus has surface to it
my sense seem to be content with that
but I thirst from the beyond
as the unknown keeps me
in Sanskrit smiling . . .
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