We are in a bandwidth of harmonics
but no audience and we only play.
It’s limitless jazz with unannounced solos.
Performance itself, goes unnoticed.
Aliveness is the endowment.
All of this orchestration is in wonderment.
I have no words from there
that can speak for the whole.
At any one point in time,
a thousand people get into a car
that only seats one
and we all drive off going within the flow.
Yet we can’t know fluidity,
we can only know of fluidity.
Features like this tear me down
while functions like this builds me up.
Fear is the smallest premise
for our going forward.
We are all material based orphans,
looking for our birth parents,
where the mother/father en masse are.
Mother as mass and father as form . . .
It’s a new world.
We’re all home
but still feel like orphans . . .
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