go know further 7/21/17

I don’t have a self.

I have the constancy of insatiability,

a haunting, a kibitzer,

a night sky filling the day,

steadfastness as the ever reframe,

invisibly held-at-gunpoint provoking,

at the affect of a gravity field called drawnness.

ascertainment is midbrain frontal.

I don’t have a story to tell.

I have no nouns, I can depend upon.

The stream never dries

and by my slightest reflection,

there appears to be a churning.

if I own it, it exists as a yearning.

if I try to explain it to others

I have it as a calling.

damned if I actually know

but I am along for the ride if nothing else.

I don’t have waiting rooms or time off.

on alert seems to be an inappropriate perspective.

can’t say I am adrenal about it at all.

just leaning into the breeze

and don’t for sure, know what is taking me along.

I could be standing quite still in front of you

and there is a fast train taking me somewhere inside.

sure I can look attentive and in response.

but all that is happening at the front desk of me.

behind closed doors, I come up for air

and try for words as if as a rendering.

try to think of doing a t.v. show

while riding on an invisible Harley.

I’m watching to road into the vista

while you think I am M.C.-ing as my self host.

it is the unwritten diary of a now

that does not stop for edification or account.

if verbiage, it is all run-on sentences, no punctuation.

either it is understood or passes as that breeze.

a self will gather moss as much as story to tell.

with this, go know further

unless you’re the motor too!