the brains of our minds

 

the brains of our mind will eventually disavow

the linearity of thought's pursuit,

for the sake of the hologram 

of feeling's input as a deep constant.

how thought without that embodiment is,

is the nature of our distraction personified.

we are the shortcomings of bicameral mind,

as if the harvest of memory for profit.

mental habits are truth 

without footwork or destination.

it is when left-brain reality became 

our chessboard playing either checkers or chess,

when our intentions and our attention 

were in a meltdown of self-consciousness.

we are in species idolatry, 

that has its limit of narcissism reflected.

as for when our sense of morality 

became an addiction of conclusionisms's reign.

when our species elitism 

became our self-dialogue of imprisonment, 

as our species monologue overheard 

by all of earth as otherwise bystanders.

our prop-interest is ever reading the instructions of usage, 

as a curious distractive interest in human life.

our human attention has become 

our mental override as overrule.

for our attention has become our life seduction, 

observing the conveyer belt of our awareness offered.

our goal, as if shaped by desire is, 

as if introduced by mindset access, 

as if introduced by the sensory input into observation,

as if identification was our needy necessity, 

as if experience itself is our unsaid addiction, 

as if consciousness became our self industry, 

as if fear took on a method directory of awareness as usage, 

as if the planet was our operative, 

as an act-out method of human interactionalism,

as if species entitlement made all of this so.

we are becoming global aware, 

but only as a species of entrainment as entertainment.

we aren't of the mindful presence of planetary dialogue.

we do not interspecies communicate.

we are just of incomplete sentences aspiring explanation.

we interpret from an ongoing bleacher perspective.

we take command of the gross, 

as if in charge of the subtle.

our idea of secrets is the use of projection, 

to conceal what we don't know as possibly irrelevant. 

we wanted to be a species on stage 

without realizing that the rest of the planet 

has no interest in being as an audience participants.

our idea of novelty is our selves as fascinated 

with the state of our concerns.

we have our living as our pathology of self-consciousness.

we are led to dally and folly rather than diagnose, 

lacking the emotional depth of mindfulness 

to declare of the overwhelm of the obvious. 

we have linear minds dedicated to decoding 

our holographic emotional states of beingness.

while the translations gained, 

only serve as displays of linear expertise, 

intended to be conveyed and convened 

amongst mindfulness's own self-pedagogy, 

yet serving no other purposes of deeper intent.

eventually the brains of our mind-usage 

will not, in destiny, concur . . .