the work of solids 12/18/17

how does solid work?

is it my conclusion

made into a belief?

so many assumptions walk past me daily.

I romanticize about their constancy

when really, it is just my viewing

overwhelming me with monotony.

and it is sweet because

it exists without questioning.

yet solid has stature

I respect it in my ignorance.

there is a dignity I cannot comprehend

but then having a body is one of them.

I feel vexed by the surmount of containment

my awareness is a sidebar existence.

I make up stories about solids

they make me navigate my way

I claim them as props in my pretend

everything manifest won’t answer back

the questions I have

are about their movement

I deeply sense

yet it is not given to their appearance.

to them, I am just lip service personified.

I know there is swim somewhere in there

but all I get is stoic, impassive allegiance

facial grit, surfacy, stubborn substantives.

solid has rules like bees have lives.

there is a brain trust at work

but all I get is formation.

rock paper scissors is amusing

but still no insights, no backstage pass.

solid offends my longings by passivity.

sure I work with them ever and often

but they don’t work with me as to this inquiry.

it’s a damn shame and planet earth!

mass is an eternity removed

from where I want to be.

I know that solids know

they know what I am curious about

but give me a clue

about the secret life of physical integrity.

nope, solids have an allegiance.

I feel homeless in a far-off of foreign tangibles.

solids are all mirrors beyond energetic comprehension

sure, I have way, but this is only meaningful.

there is this intimacy as to how solids work

I want that kind of comradeship as to being,

human to human, spirit to spirit,

diversity as the expression of oneness.

but I don’t get it,

the way humans do it for now,

solids do it

all around and through us

but I don’t get that we do it,

I mean consciously do it.

I seem to live in the land of murmur,

in a sea of outcries and baffling outrage.

maybe I am just quantum curious.

but just between you and me

solids don’t really exist

we just hold that way

based on our perception in this moment

but they are all dancing and loving it . . .