What of the thought * 5/6/14

At the inception of thought, the very root vapor of thought forming, as if hot exhaust in frigid air, there is the following, by the condensation into thought by previously particulates gathering. This invasion is of a liquid field presence as the phantom of thought, yet thought ever so slight, as a sensed occupancy. Nanoseconds of manifest occur towards the inception of recognition. No, not recognition itself as full-blown, not even the cloistering towards words, yet. There is just the embodiment, the densification of fluid poundage, the distant constellation coming into everso faint a form in movement towards mindful thought presence. This is the slight of a wisp into a full-bodied want of pronouncement. A seeking a battalion of potential words as if a wardrobe by means of then, that this enlisting ritual becomes full-blown posterized recognition. Now, as full bloom towards verbiage buds, words that syntax self organize, are yet not inflated with sound but are sentence-whispered internally, even without censorship but confided and secured as potentially say-able, as maybe wind in the sails of a concept or a statement of blunt utterance or a quippy remark or just conversationally assailing along. Thought, full-blown, without acknowledgement of assent, is forged into solid thought-form ground, breaking into utterances and presented with tonal escort in delivery. Having come a long way in a very short time, unceremoniously metamorphosized from phantom to ethers to vapors to field to wardrobed by recognition, then to syntax alignment, further to full-face musical stage accompaniment in facial presentation. Out of thought receivership, out of the vast empty nature of this receivership, what of the thought, that all things as thoughts’ manifest, become possible . . .