to look from there

 

inner mindful nanosecond nuances,

as the chisel work 

of inner immersion's perceptions,

as if the generative feel 

for the cognitive impress,

as inner mind moving 

towards images that reveal,

readied for a symbolic transfer 

into knowing's stance.

yet open to interpretation's grasp.

advancing the composition 

into depths to be inwardly explored.

for insights to be made, 

somewhat casually evident,

and yet sensing for emotional carriage, 

not quite openly,

and still somewhat unrevealed.

looking for anchors, pivots, and payoffs,

as comprehension's payoffs,

with emotional carriage presented,

holding up mentality's version,

as if sincerely intended

but lacking in the final impress,

beyond words, 

as into the depth of feel.

all of this,

as if working a conveyer belt 

of ongoing awareness.

the belt itself,

assumed as a constant backdrop in motion.

sort of a blur of confidence in ever passing,

where focus attends to any subject matter

above the ongoing belt terrain.

either by stills,

or by movies, or by fascinations in pose,

or even voice-overs pitching meaningfuls,

or elaborates from memories to whispers,

to vacant thoughts that stink-loiter,

or stillborn vacancies 

that nonsense ponder,

just addressing the awareness 

of this initial staging.

gathering in a look-see, 

a witness from beyond 

the normal glazing gaze,

a treehouse view, brain-wise, 

of going in the front door.

so who is this house of me,

and where, in a sense of self,

do I reside, conveyer belt and all?

this house doesn't look that familiar.

but then this treehouse view,

yes, this treehouse view,

may just be my mind in the sky.

and I never thought to look from there . . .