the mechanics of experience

concepts, as themselves are flawed,

as a single string upholding, 

as a kite of thought in the mind-sky.

concepts are never the isness of sky.

they are so dependent of assumptions made,

as compositions of sky-worthy.

assumptions like, blue, wind, sunny day sight-fulness.

all the given that had past lives as conversations made.

all of the constructs that have become earthbound logic.

concepts could only hope to become bright stars,

far-reaching in confirmation and further sight.

even with enough rational string 

to be considered satellite, 

as if an asteroid of one's mindfulness.

but then manifest only has objectivity as its claim.

for every method has to be discovered,

for its own madness of proceeding, 

as kite string flown in an open sky.

proof is as airborne can claim.

sight becomes as sensory justification,

as we make ourselves to be. 

as toys amongst toys,

wanting to be of a world,

where flaw has no recourse to exist.

why to be so separate from

and claim as experience 

is our just reward? . . .