what is . . .

what is, 

eventually becomes circumstantial,

as a vehicle for what will be.

attention-span time 

is the tentative striptease for that.

and we are purposed as perpetual audience, 

from experience perspective.

every tree-topic that our mind has spoken, 

has many seeds dispersed. 

progeny of that kind, 

when thought-provoked, 

is timeless in the effortings

of verbal offsprings and intentions.

what carpet we collectively weave with belief,

we truthfully walk upon until threadbare.

if fear wasn't in the air,

it wouldn't be our worst contagious virus.

we are a pandemic of apprehension, 

spreading it as isolation breeds it

and congregating from it

is the slow-dance of panic disguised.

all peoples have difficulty doubting fear.

it has such a fall back status of significance.

for some, it is in a form of emotional tinnitus.

ever ongoing, with just these feelings' needs 

for any of these to be identified.

sure we have names for the sounds,

like frequency squeals, inadvertent pings,

rambling buzzes, intimate inner hums, 

sounds claimed as wind harmonics,

and a general class of noise enigmatics.

all of which can only be heard 

most intimately, by the one affected.

all of passage is subjected to narrative.

we all could have multiple authors

speaking on our mind's behalf, simultaneously.

it's a mind-flurry ongoing.

some have figured out how to deaden it,

while others regard it as background noise.

for humans, sound has such strange rules governing,

like all children scream unceasingly in playgrounds.

social distance for sound does not apply there.

you'd think that whoever invented motor

would have thought about sound discriminately.

no, it appears usage justifies any loudness it makes.

I can appreciate the sound of breaking the sound barrier.

but neighborhood motors are an unceasing madness.

eventually I told myself

that all motors are reincarnated monks chanting

their way back to a spiritual life beyond mechanical.

experience is like the production of saliva in the mouth.

somehow it comes along 

when food is the frame of reference.

thought is like that also for me.

sensory input produces experience,

thus the brain is properly salivated ongoingly.

impressions made are all decals 

on the luggage of experience.

I have layers of memories as emblematic.

yikes, the journey of my life as a travel log!

can we get beyond all of this?

the lifetimes, the experiential addiction, 

the claim of purposefulness as relief,

the mind as a nose-ring of need.

somehow I have deduced

that the heart-brain is most relevant.

and yet, we don't have a prominence for this.

human life is shady without it.

and a flashlight of intended awareness

is sketchiness at best.

I'd give up audience perspective, 

thought provoked, efforting,

fear mongering, any emotional tinnitus

and any excess of saliva, 

if we were more heart-brain proposed.

but we don't seem to have a language base for that.

somehow it has to be carried

by the tone of our voices,

disguised in referencing or stating.

as if something in a traditional use of language

but inferring a higher accord.

it's linear thinking

but done with nuance implications,

towards a higher emotional rapport.

we seem to have created a world

of living on thin ice,

when we could be swimming in,

and end this season of fear 

from chilling us to the bone . . .