when are the first strikes
of the ions of substance
meeting up with sensory impressions
duly noted as experience?
when in much of observation
is awareness easily overrun
by the stampede of interest,
as mystery is entertained?
where in the enigmatic nature of symbolism,
is its proud strokes posture
only of prop display?
how is a waterfall's presentation
in the honoring gravity
so distorted by
the presence of viscosity's efforts?
what happens
in the stampede of soft slumber,
that is in the overwhelm
of suffocating sooth?
what are the subtle source-point differences
between being indulgently present
and being industriously motivated?
where is the crossover point
in raking leaves,
when the gathering of the leaves
surrenders to the rhythm of the raking?
to that point of intensity,
when the focus of interest
is being badgered
by the constancy of interest, slowly waining?
or conversely,
when the intensity of interest
is so strong
that there is a where stall-point
in the measure of time?
is there a particular place
in the ongoing measure of time,
done as conscious experience
where expectation and anticipation meet?
hey, just asking . . .
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