We are all
Insiders and Outsiders
lining a mysterious piece of plexi-gla
that acts as our ‘defense against’
(or window to) a vaster plane
beyond a fence.
But we’re not allowed to go outside.
So, some of us, we theorize about
what lies beyond the greener grass
in the darkness past this
floppy piece of plexi-glass–
Or focus on a Future,
or dwell on our pasts…but…
WE. ARE. HERE:
we’re on a map.
There is no time.
since conception / subconscious:
We need to be
of the Creed of Delicacy
to make one another’s selves
To break the chains of Slavery.
Insiders and Outsiders, stuck
behind a piece of glass,
looking out at the beauty that
-truly- resides in the facts
of that Mystery:
the vast, endless tapestry of limitless theory
we’re aching to make into fact.
That just drains it of its dignity…
let the Universe lie it its mystical secrecy;
give it some privacy. Respect.
Well, here, inside,
(on Earth), we are trapped.
Pinned to the fact that we contribute
to each other.
We make up these maps.
Love-zaps / finger-taps / it connects
( giving back ).
Since a consciousness is conceived,
this is how a ‘man’ is made,
and why the self’s like lemonade made from
lemons, and sugar, just right:
and every little cup is different to such
a subtle degree,
down to a single sucrose particle.
No one can interfere with such
How much of ‘We’ are Fated?
It’s too subconscious;
I like this question.
So, the scientists
they’re stuck inside.
But they’re mixing up these
somethings are better
I think this is our last Mystery.
And we need it.
It keeps us on our toes.
is how you go outside,
you just love and let it go.
Because it’s only plexi-glass.
It doesn’t take a rocket-scientist,
but it takes more than, say, a baseball-bat.
Just use all of your consciousnesses. -clw 7-3-17
copyright: C. Ward 2017