Open pit mind * 1/28/14

Open pit mind,                                                                 taking out all the supposed good stuff                                                      as if outed by conversation.                                                     The raw minerals of thoughts, removed.                             The nitty gritty gems of meaning                                becoming this raw material                                                      that drives the madness we live for.                                    We are always by refrain,                                                    our best thoughts breakfast shared.                                  Then that meaning, as a preserve,                                  spread over the bread of the day                                      tasty, topical, worthy of carriage.                                 Memory tucked under an arm of notation                                 to be further reviewed later with yet others.                            Call it hen house chatter if you must,                                      it leads to egg production as the proof of worth,                  always in the scrambled mix of things.                               Yes, there is an intimacy in another’s comprehension,             an endearment to be the understanding,                               even if not anointed in the particulars by agreement.        Sadly we tend to become DJ’s of stock responses                we have stored on recall circuitry.                                 Stories and anecdotes as if cards to play                                where conversation is at its toil best, that way.                    Open pit mind, without rational withdrawal.                          That’s more the take I would venture to enjoy.                 Authentic without the rules of presentation,                         without dress rehearsal, and censure’s mirror time.            Almost as if overheard, from one talking to oneself                 most honestly and directly.                                            Candid with the night sky as a soul listener                           is another way of saying it.                                                   Open pit mind and the sky tells no one else . . .