just a thought

ah, to witness thought,

from very deeply within.

from a dimension, 

though not involved in that process.

and not to observe for its content,

but its manner of unfolding its own existence,

its unique method of delivery,

the means with which it is,

unto itself.

recognition creates a surface,

the intimacy of this soft scramble

that cognizance will take

and how that deliverance comes to fore.

that a dimensional context holds steady,

so that the impression sustains,

as if the mood of being 

has gained a sense of pronouncement.

and where within 

that commits such evidence

to memory, 

and by what means 

tethered and adhered.

and how much of its means,

its medium, 

its message,

has emotion played as source,

substance, significance, 

voyeur, voice, 

and the presence of reception?

and so, from inception 

and then, taken to where?

for what means, survives

and is duly noted 

as representative there of,

and taken to mean

that which carries on,

in a timely manner?

and then proceeds

just as a thought 

duly noted,

does? . . .