Experience as if from beyond itself 2/8/15

Experience is a burdening presumption of consciousness

as if a form of superficial pedagogy self applied.

Experiencing is a false landing in the moonlight of now

as if it is a sting operation using symbology as the bait.

Experience is Machevillain myopia giving us 

a sensory ordained false intimacy as a way of life.

Experience is the profundity of features, frames, and facts, 

in a fear filled domination of the past, and the packaging 

of recall amongst the monumental shadows of memory.

Experience is the indecency of distance as cordial regard for others.

Experience is the enterprise of first person filibuster 

as the presumption of shared presence.

Experience is a poignancy of denial as an irrefutable subterfuge 

yet unpronounceable even to oneself.

Experience has the focal length of the self-dimension as sensed 

and the preoccupation of mirror time as captured.

Experience is wide-seeking reductionism 

as an essential directive towards meaning.

Experience has a reverence for the god of time 

but is an outlier’s account, assumed to be center stage.

Experience is the chorus of abandonment sung 

by the choir of absence from the source.

Experience as a retention, is a withhold 

from now since now has no time as its master.

Experience is a cuckold's position to the partner of itself 

as relevant in a hand me down world.

Experience is method acting as a formalized hold back 

from shared presence with all others.

Experience is a series of documentaries for self-observation

that provides for the lip service of belief, 

honored as one’s personal truth.

Experience has become an interface mayhem, 

whose only defense-against, exists as conclusions 

in a form of withdrawal from original-think attendance.

Experience has the livelihood of gifting the present 

as a rewrap in symbols and account offered 

as if the currency of current and duly appreciated as such.

Experience is non-dismissible and yet not admissible, 

a go between without question.

Experience is the inadvertent hand in the cookie jar of being, 

feeding me but not nourishing my soul.

Experience, as if from beyond it self, 

is all that I am asking for . . .