beyond the cutting

on the cutting edge

where breakthroughs bleed,

a flash-flood force comes,

beyond cutting's essential domain,

as a tare in dimension's rigorous claim.

am expecting to go there,

with expectations met.

only to realize comprehension's sham.

what is virtual within our confinement?

when once opened,

it is not a continuance, applicable there.

these rules of ours, 

within our containment,

do not openly apply 

in new dimensions, as if added.

they, from there, supersede, 

as if to, in our terms, over rule.

we seem to lack the mindfulness construction

to adequately and comprehensively entertain

what initially greets us there.

we expected ourselves, 

to be the tools of the mindful trade.

we had the technique of expectation fail us.

we were whelmed beyond what belief offered.

we could not even intake as experiential offered. 

we were what seemed crazy in the mind,

as a contortion of comprehension onto itself.

challenging the mechanics of thought procedure

as if being imposing, without a stance or a response.

defying rules, we have for eons, taken for granted.

comprehension was astutely holographic,

as if just a stab at a choice of words.

it was instantaneously whole brain immersive,

yet realizing no personage of the past,

no boundary of self maintained,

no stall points as if in mind-state evidence.

it was like in comparison

to being a drop in the ocean,

yet present as the whole of all liquidity.

with access to, 

every other's drop-awareness existence.

how else can I, using words, come to say?

imagine life without pictorials,

without timelines for conclusion's sake,

without even the measures of time as relevant. 

to be embodiment, without a self relevancy,

an integrity of being that exists, 

without awareness as an ongoing measure.

as if we currently exist in a self of containment,

by mind-style,

by self consciousness,

by species insulation self-endowed.

we are a wasteful neuron environment,

running in a circuitous fashion. 

spectating at being,

without the wherewithal to transcend.

maybe metaphorically, 

still the collective of mind-puppies in the womb,

hoping for a c-section as Cause-worthy to happen.

I'm just saying,

we're on the cutting edge,

where breakthrough bleeds

a flash-flood force,

beyond what is cutting's essential domain . . .