aliveness is

aliveness is before it occurs.

it lives before percussion,

before enveloping presents,

before conscious to represent.

aliveness has stir to represent.

it has the hum of bees before they fly.

it has intimate turbo before evident.

it has contact before brush to canvass.

aliveness can inject any prop.

it can swivel and wheel.

it liquifies if needed

and it can mock and override. 

where from within does this arise,

like a spin cycle gone mad,

or whipper blades that don't turn off,

or menacing tasks that become comedic?

it's like incessancy's attempts to say 

more than the action represents.

it's like the fuel is too rich

or somehow the ambience is altered,

when aliveness over-stalks the situation. 

it's a roadster of emotional approaching, 

the impulse for glitter 

to leave the container flying.

yes, but from where did all this come,

the birth of an emotion 

without evident influence?

what bottled-up-ness is this, 

now set out-bounding free,

that it travels undercover in the veins, 

that it has a brake-glass pull-level unannounced?

it has reached its ripeness 

and then burst forth.

what is the ferment stage of this unknown?

is this the life story of a pearl,

with great interior though unrealized intent?

that this flavoring comes from deep within to express,

to douse with clownish 

or venture into hare-brained,

to appear as eccentric, but not,

to ripen the room 

and zest the attention span.

what, from where, is this chemistry born?

it's more than mood swing.

some people live this sedated from within,

while others are essentially over-amped.

maybe it's just metaphysical in nature,

as a kind of visionary philosophical style,

as the sight of an essence 

beyond reality's cast.

whatever, can I get an I.V. of this daily? . . .