meaning's got my tongue

 

meaning seems like 

the evident ocean surface

that everyone has access sight to see

in the moment. 

meaning seems like common sight shared.

but meaning has depth and unseen current.

what is surface now,

was not surface some time ago.

the embodiment of feelings 

withheld in meaning

is ever on the move,

as if public opinion had might,

as if the call to words 

signals the ever-shift 

in meaning's command.

meaning is a cruel tool in usage.

it's rough and gross 

as it applies to understand.

sure functional but oversells 

and easily over displays. 

you'd think that if we dreamt-spoken

that would be better.

referencing done in a worldly way

seems like referentially insane.

for all we ever do is agree to agree,

as if that makes for continuity and flow.

it's like 

we are all on the same amusement ride,

called meaningful,

but each in separate compartments.

sure, it looks like one big thing

but experientially 

quite compartmentally alone 

on the self as intake. 

sure, I would want the benefits of meaning

to be rewarding

but it's all ticket stubs to the next moment,

endless lines of attention paid.

thank god that some of sleep

is giving meaning a rest.

at some point,

I just stand there staring at meaning,

knowing I can't ask.

for what is the meaning of meaning,

is just introspectively

more of the same . . .