for that which can't

for that which can't be thought,

but somehow is.

that which precedes sensory,

but surely occupies.

that which is not signatured by birth,

but scrolls on in a livingness alive.

that which exists as indivisible,

but lives as manner and affect.

these are views from the caboose, 

all metaphoricals in nature,

all minds are melody to that tune.

sounds sensing honors sounds.

listening is only fear based participation,

the loiters of these as instruments,

the commotion of cacophony, resounding.

feel plays on through all phases,

liquifies beyond what sensory offers.

feel is both reception and broadcast, 

simultaneously respectfully ignoring time.

shoes worn are the ware on brain usage.

barefoot would have had all the answers.

problematic became a false existence.

decisions are a gait of the mind,

that does not dance the wisdom alive.

language is the work of cal du sacs. 

travel is the linear mind at work.

fashion is the invention of mirror usage.

what will we have thought of next?

first shoes, then laces, that tying techniques

as if self, than fear, than protection.

we think as we walk the earth 

with mental immediacy, 

but the earth really timely walks us.

as if we have an 'us'

in opposition to a 'them'.

bicameral literacy has a price to pay,

for its false sense of dominance. 

and we, as if registry, carry on,

as if time is a slap in the face

to be determined as either good or bad.

decisions that humans make,

ask for a timeout to be part of the play.

bad technique does not make for pauses.

spirit plays on despite, shoes being worn,

as in words spoken, dead end street approaching,

flashy shoes as apparel, 

or a registry of decisions.

can amusing become philosophical?

does reverie ever make up 

for the sins of thought provoked?

in oneness, does a savior really exist?

does the weave of riddles

ever make for a carpet to ride? . . .