uncertainty and understand

there is a wide path of mind-time

and a vast sky of feelings in passing,

where uncertainty and understand come face to face.

they somehow passively display to each other

and then in a low-key fume endlessly debate.

they are the differences between to do and to be, 

between the blendings and the dismays,

and between the 'to knows' and the 'to feel'.

self-observation offers no utility of means.

yet experience camps out with a wider range of interests.

the privacy of pain is all ears for this incomplete process.

where by, introspection does not produce results,

and one's other habits are just of form of neighborliness.

there is no sense of time honored-ness to this, in passing.

the reputation of existence does not give a second thought.

the fascial-ness of being is surely looking for an excuse,

as even surface, or innocence presents a false stability. 

the self of consciousness experiences

what statues and shadows know well.

one's forthrightness lacks the facials to matter.

yet uncertainty and understand weigh in,

as if in each moment's passing.

as if each of us

is the designated life of a weaver.

yet the medium of us as the weave 

is chosen for us,

while those skills expressed as us,

present a blanket experience as time, in its passing.

memories are the quilts and covers woven.

for me, uncertainty and understand

were for wings and wind,

for that which weaves my existence

and not the reverse, as otherwise.

I have a want for flight as opposed to fright,

for wind instead of wounded-ness,

and for the dance and not the dialogue.

I want the weave out of patch work,

and more of a loss of time

between the here and the there.

my hands are of the weaves, 

now feathers growing.

and the yarn, 

is more of the expanse of spun than of fiber.

I yearn for a place, 

where uncertainty and understand

do not stand their ground

but give way and relent from their biased means.

as if sky is really the source of their unsaidness,

when it is actually the true source 

of their ever unending eternal dialogue . . .