what emotionality are you?

there are particles of light 

traveling in any volume of space.

there is blood spent on a mood, 

before it returns again to the heart.

the physical signature

to an emotional charter

is in the emotional wilderness

as unfocused and unfazed.

living as an emotional low-key fury 

that is churned and spent 

before it becomes physically evident.

one's pierce-gazing into the darkness

of a broad-stroked night sky

is emotional questioning without purpose,

buoyant, without task or tedium.

on equal terms with said vastness,

is a drum-skin of vision,

possessed of its own natural tension,

not seeking nor satisfied.

it is emotion, as an honesty without questioning

or the need for the wardrobe of certitude,

passage without topic, tenure or tendencies. 

it is easily seeing stars,

without an actual cognitive blow to the head.

this kind of emotional visioning comes to drink

without the edge of summoning

and hardly the surface of composure showing,

yet deeply relating,

without any sense of objectifying.

maybe as a discernment 

without the ongoing of a dialogue.

it is a self-intimacy without distance as a measure.

a sense of embodied dignity,

lost in the ease of immersion, 

wondering without topic or frame.

liquidity without the self as consciousness

for a sense of being,

without the clamor of assuredness. 

emotion has passage with the integrity

of inner elementals ongoing.

not even sure 

if thought was taken up as an overbearing fixture.

yet possessed, as if

energetic truth had its own means,

in a definite breach

of subject-object discourse.

emotion in its own medium,

without having to cater to the mind . . .