In this world, everything normal is abnormal, every sense psychic, and every thought real. We walk along an unknown road, wandering and looking for an ideal perspective from which we can see the world in a way that is completely objective. This objectivity includes the feeling that everything is entirely connected and infinitely collective. Some people stare while standing on the sidewalk, stagnant, and others, they continue onward, down the same sidewalk as the standers. But, On the road we are each our own, and we find in others what we lack ourselves, only to absorb those found attributes and become a greater self. And even when the road is shadowed by the sunless sky, we all know, all on the road, where we're walking to and why. Tyler G.
Wonderful poem Tyler, and the point you are alluding to is that which is always beyond the grasp of the self conciousness and human languages, all of them included. As Whitman said : "My tongue will not fit the pivots.." or something like that lol I forget really. A new level in human conciousness, the 3rd movement, and it is growing rapidly and eventually to become universal, the same as being able to distinguish between thousand's of colors.
Thanks for sharing, this was great. I liked the title and how that ties in with the poem, you had good markers connecting it throughout.
