tis the nature of intervention

data mining plays on the instrument of linear thought.

technology is ever setting the stage,

assuming the illusion of relevant information

that passes through this moment of attention span.

consciousness use to go for long walks,

reciting in the form of passive mind relevancy.

now all information has sidedness to it.

positionality has made everything into a prop fest.

the sky of the mind is cluttered with 

decisions that have the philosophy of directedness. 

everything observable is an eye chart test.

brain function has taken on a monitoring aspect.

genuine has lost its language base.

anything referential is a card played.

motive has the sweaty hands of capitalism on it.

it's getting harder for birds of the mind to fly in free air,

since occupancy has territorial undertones to it.

big stories had chapter headings to them.

now, line by line, takes on a reverence. 

everyone is somewhat camping out emotionally.

intimacy is now a campfire using the wood of strangeness.

meaning is like a fortune cookie's trite wrapper saying.

no one is prepared to digest a big truth.

simple acts done un-together, 

make for a sequential procession to occur.

and this procession is not a parade in the making,

but a need for emotional reverence to find a shared cause.

noting that understanding is what bystanders do

and the mind of science is only the science of mind.

what feels would want to collectively coalesce,

but doesn't have a language base to gather from.

such is the need for a higher intervention.

no not government, nor any rational enterprise.

maybe species itself, 

in a self sensorial undertaken.

certainly a multidimensional sense of enterprise.

we are all metaphorical penguins, 

huddled in the winter 

of our as far apart as we can be gathering.

vacant minds surviving on emotional body heat.

looking to speak a language without words or topics,

for something in the coalesce and reverence-for range.

possibly realizing the truth can never be in a spoken word.

motivation can never be the result of an action taken.

domain can never be a form of reductionism accepted.

say can never fully express to the level of needs met.

for the human predicament is self induced.

and the self concept suffers in its isolative tendencies.

there are no lyrics to explain us, 

even to ourselves.

all of the apparel of identity is just wardrobe as affect.

we now use hurt and anxiety as a way of bonding.

depression is the work of night watchmen, 

seeing nothing.

and we are lead to believe 

that cognition is going to save our asses,

make us an amends,

and coerce us into a make-believe as a resolve.

mind wags tail 

but emotion makes for dog . . .