what if thought

 

what if thought called for a parade?

a parade in which

all of the floats are thoughts,

all of the bands are thoughts,

even all of the marchers,

the inflatables, and all of the animals, 

are thoughts.

eventually, the clean up crews 

are thoughts also.

and it happened in a town 

designed by thought

and constructed by thought

and the parade route is thought provoked,

and most fitting

the parade martial, in the lead vehicle,

is, yes, you guessed it,

a most dignified and honorable thought.

and this celebration is 

all for the audience of feelings

to experience.

and this audience is made up totally 

of bystander feelings.

feelings that get to passively watch 

in appreciation

that thought is having its daily parade

in its thoughtful town.

and feelings get to participate

as audience, compliant, 

indifferent, unflappable,

long-suffering, otherwise moody, nonresistant,

going through the motions, 

uninvolved receptive,

and therefore, resigned.

it happens every day

as if cause for existence.

and if thought could have it,

it would want feelings

to only communicate 

in thoughtful ways and words

such exactitudes towards acumen,

as if the kingdom 

of understand and reason reigns.

only to discover,

that it is on a planet without fluids,

no oils, no water, no vapors

no clouds, no saliva, no blood.

the pomposity of thought

to create a billboard of its existence

in faultless precision 

is its own self serving demise.

thought is its own unannounced virus.

a myopia beyond its self observation,

a cultured sense of self-blindness,

obsessing as if that were real substance.

oh when will the craft of feel arrive?

when will feel emerge?

when will feel appear as its own

as the universe of sentient existence,

consciously felt, rightfully arrive?

thought provoked does not live

in this world as born of aliveness . . .