superlatives

the life of superlatives

is the last door opened

and the first door to be permanently shut from behind,

as how to finally demystify comparative truth.

where all of belief is but a wardrobe,

that self-consciousness provided the mirror

and belief daily dressed everyone 

in character.

but I wanted love, 

as living 

through a theta vibrational signage, 

in each emotional reality moment.

I wanted the energetics of our beings, 

as ever the broadcast 

of our current version 

of the cognitive truths,  

as blessings upon 

our longstanding conclusions sustained, 

that eventually became conscious 

and pronounced.

for once we are bored with superlatives,

we can then deconstruct the comparatives.

once we are the wisdom of unspokenness,

we can then speak silence more profoundly.

once we are fully exhausted 

from the input of experience, 

we can then delve more deeply 

into more essential dialogue.

once we have express the full spectrum 

of human behaviors,

a billion monkeys on billion keyboards,

can then write one illustrious novel 

about humans.

humans, as if they lived 

the life of superlatives,

before they shut that damn door

and went on to the profound . . .