you've lost the meaning for the answer

take a few steps in either which direction and it's different:
the way you feel, the way the words read, the way your skin handles,
different.
talk to the standstills and they'll rest assured that their seating,
their standing in all this is the realest of the real--tell them about
the alternates and you'll see them deny and become more bolted.
rest assured, there is nothing to rest assured about----------------
not to have you cower in fear or anything, not to have you run
frantic in your own head, no, no, never,
Be still,
Be calm,
Breathe.

You read the braille with calloused hands or the thickest working gloves,
you hear your own voice over the cries of the neighborhood dogs,
the exhales of air conditioners, the whereabouts of all the birds that fly
above your head. your voice says what your voice has heard,

your voice sees mine as absurd.

i feel my heart beat, i close my eyes and see my own head, i feel thoughts
through and i trip them up. my thoughts are gentle things, ghastly shy things,
fearing my own observation.

our thoughts are an endless chain of lovers,
woven together by yearning eyes looking for similarity, torn apart
by a voice that knows that knows the heaviest truth, one dense and numb,

NOTHING IS THE SAME; NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME; THERE IS
NOTHING IN COMMON; ALL IS DIFFERENT!

and the truth that endears, sparse and encompassing,

All Things Relate; All Things Allude; All Things Are In Likeness; There Is
All In Common; All is One!

an endless weaving, a braid of oscillations, a sturdy rope of infinite intricacy,
these are the thoughts of our mind: alas, you have lost the meaning for the answer,
defining rather than realizing, standing still,

seeing with eyes that pierce rather than embrace,
condemning with extended index fingers rather than understanding
with open palms.
your mind is a scythe that refuses to weave!

i long to find the stance where all that lies before me aligns.
The different ways to see, the statures and postures that lie
all around me are
merely a new opportunity
for life's Beauty.