howling

Set out free from the cramping dichotomies of the past

Distancing myself from non-loose living

Looking with peculiar eyes

Keen, unwavering, integrating

There were 10,000 things to know and I know 11,000

And there are 100,000 more things to know

It could be other than I know, I could have wanted other

intended the better that I should have knew

Its just selfishness that wouldn't feel fine

Fine in where being is,  fine in no one else pinpointing that I exist

With the forms of the day to envelope, solidify me 

Each sensuous point, detail contour color

What else could I want

Ten layers more complicated

Laying on top of me, I die in the doghouse- where I put myself- where I paid high rent

No need to implicate me, its self-evident that I would be to blame for all my problems and issues

As I penetrate deep, like the meaning of life were a prize and solving it were my aim

I penetrate deep into what would be unadultrated bliss, obfuscating precious morsels of duration, trading in lucid treasured existence for moments

The prize of the wisdom I would want, being only to know how to not miss, this

Forced, everyone pushed, no one standing where they choose or for what they choose

No wonder it wouldn't feel right

Those who know more, rather unintelligible to those who adore less

Those who know nothing at all, can feel the spacious rest