whence the denseness? *>>>>>*<<>>*<<<<<* (observations on the presences of sense)

we're all of us
eternally related.

in the swirl
unfurling
out,

and
whirling
worlds
within.

in the nuclei
of
everything

where pilgrim

orbits spin.

spiraling down,

viraling
out
and
in.

we're all of us
entirely related.

morsels in a meal;

pangs in
anxious peal;

the rungs'
of Jacob's
reel,

shouldering
indifference
in
glory's
gory spiel,

smouldering
intransigence,

soldiering
for
vengeance
in
Jehovah's jealous drama;

we're all of us
mirrors

in woe's
bespoken wheel,

breaking the seal,
magicked
into
real,

woked
in a
stubbed toe
of Brahma.

we're all of us
internally
invaded.

the great cosmic burden
is a micro macro hash.

we're borne in the echo
of its
flashing primal crash.

and it seems
we grow weary
of our din.

*

in cataclysm's
chasm,

loneliness
unfathomed;

the 24/7
carnival,

(undead at 11)

a kerneling
of carnal
attraction;

with the planned
fawned fanning

of factioned
inaction

comes a cannibal expansion,

the bating and gating
of escalation's
mansions,

that crass
uncivilizing
clash

of classed
amassed
cash,

its schism catechism
wearing thin.

(disconnection
is the
wherewithal
of sin.)

*

still,

the microscope
skims
a plethora of shimmer

ridding the lidded
apparencies

of any
consistency
at all.

and like a PR firm,

resurfacing
spin,

blurring
dizzy
altitudes

into fooling tools,

our illusional eyes
are in
on the plot

to make us
"see"

what's really not.

those batter
spattered bands

(in the matter at hand)

cannot
be
destroyed,

(the "being"
of energy

buoyed
in its void,)

nor spirit
subdivided,

fixated
into points

hedging
our
compassion
into
edges.

(material-ination
dredging up
its wedges.)

for it's obvious

in the tracing
of
concentric

splicing
spaces,

in those billions
of places
peering from our
faces

that we're all of us
eternally related.

and if
that which
observes

within without's
awareness,

(the attendant at
perception's
tacitly
faceted
consensual conception)

wouldst pray
juxtapose

immaterial disposition

for
sought for solidity's

congealing dispensation,

(a vive la différence inference

for
ethereal's
Arial
nature)

it cannot be measured

by the seams
of
the
schemes
our deemings
seem
to
dream.

*

we're all of us

internally related,

extirpated
and
regurgitated

over
and
over
again.

syncopated,
reinstated,
or
clamorously
inflated.

unnecessarily
elated.

predictably
discombobulated.

alpha-rated,
exonerated,
or
un-inundated.

unconventionally
mated
or
not
quite
slated.

binary pated
and minery sated.

femancipated.

unrecessively
equated.

whether
skated or unstated,

we're all of us related,

redundantly
unabated
and precariously crated

on
substantiation's

dated,

weighted plated platter

revolving
resolvings
of
identification

and its
scatterings
of
matter.

and whatever
one supposes

might
be done
to someone "else"

can only
jump the fence

in the presence
and the tense

of that present

lack of sense

called "self".

*

wherefore,

(and for all its tented purposes)

the itch to ditch
a stitched in time hitch

from the
drenched in stench trench

of pent up recompense

is always
and forever

all but undone,

a trick
of
feeble shadow

unfolding out of sun.

this rather
uproots

the travelling ground

the "good guys" and "bad guys"
of law-deriding
force's

pale-faced propaganda

(the mindfuck grease
for "keeping the peace")

are ever
so convincingly

stanced and pounced
upon.

this suggests
that a
deeper steeping

in the pondering
of un-objecting pronouns

would do us

a wondrous world
of introspective good,

perhaps
even
circumventing

spite's
conflating spate

of
convex,
redistricting
projections of hate

from that
binding unfinding
of the 
man-kinding
fallout

pending
from
polarity's berth

(insecured isolation's
inconsolable
dearth)

that's kept all those
golden rules

bouncing about

like pearls
that spurt

from pins
and
fallen angels;

or stigmata
welling up

in a camel's
battered eyes

between
clasped silken purses,

wrenched open thighs,

and the
deafening
of
fearstuffed ears

for
graceless
and
sageless,

focus-choked
years

never managing
to
arrive

at
their

offending
or
attending,

defended
or
intended,

ascended
and
descended
till
eventually
upended,

transcended
(thence pretended)

though barely comprehended,

(and never truly mended)

manifestly open-ended

destination.

** * ***** * ******* * *** * ******* * ***** * **
- Evan Hawthorn,
 the second revolution of a faerie-ringed moon, (so besotted with) June, 2018