so, what's normal to you

the nonexistence of normality,

sure we make fixative claims,

but those are all still shots

taken with the mind, 

committed to memory,

in a comparative truth album of existence.

but in actuality,

normalcy only lingers in the mind

as a guarded happenstance of account.

it's as if we all have wingmen

who cover for our actions

by having ready at hand

a narrative defense, 

for whatever is being done.

some causative ways of explanation's account,

as a greater path of clear effort intended,

than what the depth of expression 

is really up to.

languaging is always a limiting perspective.

one can't account for one's actions

by speech as delivered,

that could only possibly hit the hight points

or present an adequate diversion

for the summation of being to move it all along.

normal is an agreement by observation,

self or otherwise,

to forgo more consciousness to depth

and just act out with full reign.

and people, self and anyone else

will take from what that is

and make up their own ongoing with it.

after all, we are the stream of being

and not so much the clarity of the particulars,

floating along as the peccadilloes that float,

as much as the developing methods of flow,

both above and below what seems evident.

normal is as summational as claiming,

it's a relatively cloudy day.

there, we said it.

and normal moves on passively objectifying 

every next observational conclusion into judgment.

dam, normal is just braintrust of agreement

in a continued sensing sort of way.

it's that we agree to agree,

without effort to comprehend the particulars.

normality is causal commonplace, 

where everything is obvious and namable.

storylines feature boredom's return.

seen it, done it, been there, goes unsaid evident

and yet normal has a life!

it's a pretense to experience's shortcomings,

skillsets that dulled in usage,

accounts of movement that go unnoticed, 

care that lost attention's interest by waining.

normal is not a senses problem to render.

it's really a mind-state issue.

it's a free passage into boredom's domain.

let's just face it,

experience is boring, 

unless one has the mindfulness to churn.

normal is a bad wardrobe for a being to wear.

it's a form of comatose 

but readily accepted 

at most major human interactions.

it's a stream of consciousness that is kind of like……

it's like dressing up in listless

and going into boredom with no complaints.

it's like scratching anywhere on your body

even if there is no call of an itch.

normal is checks on the checklist of expectancy,

when blah blah blah never makes into noticed.

it's the drug of the experiential incoming.

breathing and normal have the same ongoings.

they could be related

but one is necessary while the other is a tagalong.

it's the earthquake of stimulus in each second

but when you ask yourself,

did you feel anything?

the inner response is, say what(?). 

the conveyor belt of a sensory now,

when normal is the task,

is a listless awareness job.

normal is the syntax of conclusion's stance,

but ready made for whatever is asked.

normal can only plaintively ask.

so, did I miss anything?

just anything at all? . . .