the experience of awe

the experience of awe 

for us humans,

can become 

a form of overwhelming,

as our language of the now

can never completely express 

the total awe of it.

and this all can occur, 

as if a reaching for the future 

is somehow perceived 

as a stretch in the now.

it's what we first initially learn 

in the genius of young childhood,

yet wastefully spent 

in the long hours of adulthood passing.

where intelligence is and has become 

the belligerent indulgence to first cause.

and yet all of attempt at human agreement 

is officiously spent on the permissiveness

in doggedly spreading the word.

and yet, we all exist

as the animation of this captivation realized.

and our content comes to exist

as just wistful emptiness, 

yet preoccupied.

and motion becomes our prayer

in our ever timely falling forward.

as future is the predicted perception of us,

landing however as upright. 

and memories are examples of us

making instances 

into resemblances of the past.

for history to repeat 

the anomalies of itself,

as time becomes the preacher

of the we-all that we hear-to-abide.

yet the bible of now

has no pages to turn.

yet we continue to read 

as if now has passages in refrain.

and this all becomes the wonder

of what we make of thought.

so let us help ourselves

with for where. 

we have become but the weave,

where weight becomes the wait

in the ever of vice versa.

where all the nouns of our naming

become the chrysalis for the verbs

as our forward living.

and for where

in the selectivity of some, 

all of their sensory 

is the pain of this awareness,

as an irritant instantaneously normalized.

and yet we all contact the earth

as if with intended embrace.

for gravity, almost at gunpoint, 

is somehow constantly and uniformly

confounding us.

as if drop up

just could spontaneously happen,

unexpected once in a while.

and that would ease 

the constancy of this weight-bearing pain.

and even though air is offered freely,

to take as much as we want or need.

yet our wanting never ends

as if in enough to complete.

and we, in spite of this all happening,

are all dutifully having 

the time of our lives.

and some realize it, 

yet we all metaphorically 

have a windshield for the future

and a rearview for the past. 

but what are we to do

when perception makes it 

always seem that way?

sometimes we just need to hold hands 

with ourselves,

just to feel accompanied.

for there are times 

when meaning is 

just a form

of what belittle meant.

yet awe is full for us humans to experience,

and can become 

a form of overwhelming.

as our language of the now

can never completely express 

the total awe of we and it . . .