the fate of thought

the fate of thought,

as if the work of each breath taken,

as if mindset ever represents health. 

those of us with this dementia,

we all talk amongst ourselves.

it's a species trait,

generally accepted as the norm.

we suffer, widely suffer,

from the effects of what is called

'dualistic thinking'.

but it's not the think

that is the haunt of the problem.

it's the thought.

for what thought goes through,

that so thoroughly damages. 

the species that defines it,

is what we do with thought. 

it is a form of incarceration

and we intentionally commit it,

to the imprisonment of memory.

but in that process,

we further confine its usage,

as if in a form of time-bound slavery.

this enslavement becomes a daily activity.

we have become slave owners of thought.

we have memory plantations,

upon which we all eventually come to work.

we subjugate thought to menial tasks.

we make thought do outrageous contagious acts.

we show them as speech shared amongst others.

we bare them,

to show their teeth, their shape and their genitals.

but worst of all,

we compare them.

we deem comparative to be a search for truth,

right versus wrong,

left versus right,

moral versus immoral,

and that list goes on 

into its own eternity of the mind.

we live in the afterlife of conclusions made.

dualistic thinking generates these conclusions

and they then become the residence of consciousness.

we inhabit decisions, 

rather then take up the think-risks of the moment.

we shun the now, 

for our versionary truth intensified.

all of our mind-cells are infected 

with conclusions as closure.

we are trench-coats lined with still-shots as thoughts, 

out to exchange with all humans as others.

we have fashioned lip-service 

into a linguistic art-forms of generalized speech.

most of our say, 

predicates the use of this affliction.

the lifespan of these conclusions 

out-ways the eventuals of their benefit.

we become a plague of verbal hearsay.

conclusions in the mind 

are the thrive of thought unregulated.

where thought is the translated-bible of think,

we succumb to a religion of conclusionary existence.

we have rites and practices that slay us.

we are the stone of a concretized existence.

oh think is real,

as first light, first before thought.

but then it is cast into memory 

for further devilish usage.

fear is the original invention of 'versus'.

linear thinking can't see it or have it

any other way.

the chrysalis of our human existence

is in a permanence of false hibernation.

we all have think

but it is, for now, thought stolen.

we are the grandness of a tribe of thieves.

we use experience to front us

and then we pillage with grandness in mind.

we set sail with the distinctions of thought in mind

but we travel on the sees of conclusion's making,

as if conclusions safeguard us from our fears,

a somewhat practical yet pragmatic approach 

to the adventure of human existence.

we are all cell-mates in thought-form prison.

our judgment-god forebode us, 

of a break out to happen.

think has no fear in its original stance.

but thought has succumb 

to conclusionary's stance. 

and in the legendary of now 

we are none the wiser . . .