with each day

each day is made of stringed instruments. 

sun bow plays.

nighttime hums remembered melodies.

yet with light and dark, 

their dance leaves 

no surface untouched.

what sight offers,

only fronts me.

the real goes on

with only surface offering detection.

with what I hear,

given that sound works 

by a unique set of governing rules,

it's mostly all referential.

one is to detect to conclude.

those are the two primaries 

of the sensory menu offered to order from.

you want smell, touch and taste?

that all happens after you have ordered

a place in time 

and a location for consumption.

it is easy to feel once removed

from what is really the happening.

experience is sort of sidekick helpful.

you get cues and knack from that.

but to get to the hologram of it all,

comprehension only provides close calls.

it's really hard to leave spectatorship.

the incoming is forever. 

and not much 

is on the cutting edge of curious.

duly noted takes precedence,

that makes for a calm pervading over chaos.

particulars come and go.

it could be construed

as a chessboard with unlimited squares.

prominence is really a small measure of presence.

not ever totally sure of one's token status.

being on the board and being bored,

offers self 4-d-options,

diagnosis, delusions, decisions, and diligence.

yet there is a lightness of mind possible,

a glide that happens between thoughts passing.

the notice that

each day is of stringed instruments. 

the sunbow plays on melodiously. 

night time comes

to hum remembered melodies.

yet with light and dark 

in the dance of the soul, 

no surface in passing

is left untouched . . .