living the life

living the life created from answers

is from an era

of almost Polaroid fixated-ness

conjured words

that pursue a kind of brain freeze

of studied attention

without the climate

of temporality’s intervention

like that stall point

just before a sneeze

that never comes

like the strobe light after-affect

arriving in a totally darkened room

being witness

to a bursting bucket of slake

flooding a desert of parched vacancy

thirsty for a memory’s viscous embrace

the life resulting from answers

as if the cross hairs of the mind

could get target and trigger together

and end the pulse of the host

with the confines of experience

for down the conveyer belt

there came more answers

so relevant

as to abolish the continued use

of the belt but . . . no!

yes the arrival of an answer

is showered in greetings

of buzz and spin

and the confetti of a snow blizzard

in the paperweight of the mind

becomes as warm and fuzzy delight

an answer

so blatant but curiously posing

as its replication bellows

beyond intention’s call

but for now

never an admittance

of short shelf life as a concern

within the confines of an answer

there are things we feature

as an apparent suspension

of the ever-changing-ness

as a looking glass

with a frozen reflection to admire

as a wondrous still picture

given animation by its frame

as a reference point

to think for an entire attention span

an answer is much like a prom night’s worth

in anticipation

and thus the proof is in the claim

this is what happens with a first base inquiry

when you hit a home run

in the form of an answer

it is essentially necessary to touch the bases

but quickly interests are moving on

second, third, and gone

an answer is like a new house-pet

of declared shared excitement

but it is confined to a collar in the mind

and you

to subsequent conscious clean up

and responsibility for the details

much like where tattoos of the mind are born

in stature

that should never have gone to ink

living the life on an answer dutifully

is like a dead insect

pinned to the board of conclusion

a collectable

but mostly a novelty

bubbling up in the mind for show

answers should have less than

half the shelf life

of their inquiry

they should start with humility

and work towards menial service

they should have the sainthood

of an hourglass

whose neck is wider

then ten grains at a time

answers should realize their bloom potential

but live

towards their fallen petal count finale

answers should be offered as a smile

in a situation of passage

answers should have tin whistles in their lips

that are hardly ever blown

and if so then harmonically so

in their own freefall

as to blend as melody to the temporal

answers should live in parallel

to the life of skin

where they are worn as usage

in a lively manner

they are relatively short-lived

dependent upon location

they have an elasticity

to their immediacy

they have layers

in response to needs at hand

and they eventually pass

almost without notice

having given their all completely

such should be the life

of living with answers

and the mind . . .

bound by humility

always bowing

in reverent ever-changing tasks

basking towards its emptiness