before sensory settled

before sensory settled 

for the license plates of surfaces

and sound settled for 

a sense of source.

before mass presented 

as a definiteness of stance.

before liquid accepted its legitimacy

as when sensory accepted 

awareness as its confinement.

yes, we went for sensory, 

yet imagination held out 

against an audience perspective

and the novelty of light,

way before sensory became an admittance.

even before the oddity of thought,

as if legos or rubiks cubes at etheric work.

before time had a language on its own.

can you just imagine 

a sight that did not settle 

for surface's stance?

a touch confounded by

a recognition as separate from?

where hearing would lose one's place

in the constancy of the ever-choir?

to be, 

before taste became a tattletale

and smell declared the such of intimacies.

before they evidentially came to pass?

even before equilibrium declared 

as a residence,

with the constancy for the need of balance?

before direction had a need 

for a learning curve?

way before synesthesia was even thought of 

to dance,

before movement had a sense of reference

in the surround?

of course before the debate over hot or cold,

before velocity became the whisper 

of a self as a storyteller,

before body presence had an occupancy,

before spacial became a sense of permission,

and before the passing of this time 

was ever duly noted.

so why would I be starving here

and longing for the void?

I miss the all of everything,

without confinement, 

without the selectivity of these narratives,

still longing for the way it all is.

story-ness without narrative.

awareness without retention's waste.

and being, 

before sensory settled,

without knowing's burden of address . . .