overtone consciousness

notice is the way perception relies on time,

the persuasion of linearity passing along,

the gurgling along of thought after thought 

with recognition in its two fisted grip

as if the mind had invented focusing skills

and intelligence would come 

as a later applause. 

it is as if having a periscope 

in a scrutiny situation,

peering out 

at the invaded landscape physicality,

creating the prerogative 

of method and means.

I realize we want to claim 

birth started all this

but I sense that as a false premise 

of standalone worth

yet sensing is a slippery slope 

if reality is the undertaking.

so do we ever have know, 

having not been told?

some sort of osmosis of recognition,

that doesn't register as reality-approved,

that doesn't engender 

as conditional worth afloat,

that doesn't abide by logic 

or suitable comprehension?

what if I resonate at heart

and then there is all that matters.

if we are before we manifest, 

before we consciously abide,

what if there is no history that repeats itself

and that the telling is of itself 

a misnomer of means?

what if meaning has no carriage 

beyond the moment of import?

the dictionary is lifeless,

a casket carried on high 

to its eventual funeral site

and it is up to the individual 

to do the maintenance work 

of this carriage, 

for meaning to have had any life 

as remembered at all,

for all of memory is an odd turn of fate,

as if wisdom is a keen method 

of remaining upright,

as if mindfulness is upright and postured

yet spirit is dreamy 

and etheric vascular as flowing

and language is a breach 

of that spiritual honesty.

so tell me the truth but not in words

of what we are aware of but not been told.

speak to me with open heart.

take me to where thought doesn't go

but respectfully is aware of

and lives to abide . . .