we could existence be

could we exist

successful in a vacuum of worth?

to a logical mind,

this is the obscenity of the obtuse.

yet, as indifference, 

manifesting as a mantle 

of each private self in one's solo efforts, 

yet this does announce more so,

as the self of the collective of themselves.

there, right there,

at the midpoint of all these moments,

when shadow or substance does not proclaim,

where daring or do-little does not apply,

where sanguine or scream-out have no bearing,

where lackluster or epitome will not 

have a horizon to appear upon,

there, cast in the stone of embodiment,

the fragrance of spirit arrives

from within the fanfare of the collective bloom,

as a dimension of unforeseeable presence

it takes up in an accord.

and aliveness plays as the melody 

from these chords from beyond.

this is where knowingness 

losses its apparel of projection

and now keeps arriving 

without the evidence of note,

where one is not anymore 

the substance of a self

but clearly the expression 

of an essence of the collective.

oneness then became more of the worth

than the appearance of occupancy,

where time has lost its tongue of measure

and space is more full-bodied, 

beyond its apparent shyness 

expressed as distance.

and now,

this now, is the ever-weave 

of invisible threads of human desire,

in coalesce.

and experience, as a substitute for consciousness,

falls away, 

as the disappearance of itself as a fog.

for the future has no purpose 

of retention to reveal.

and now lives on,

beyond the mindful realizations there of, 

to be.

and oneness is then,

the becoming of undefined . . .