Expression. How is it prepared this thing beyond my thinking? How communication evolves when the words are beyond vocabulary, the feelings beyond description and the physical language lacking sixth dimension symbolism? What is in the realm of palpable reason when worry is found to have a flavor or sight tiny pulses of light and sound? We are left with a transformation to dream world when building materials taste of taffy and clouds may be put in a tube as paste. What colors paint the rainbows in strings? What exceeds the worth of gold?

How do you describe an unseen tomorrow? Is guessing allowable only when tested by empirical evidence? Why are thoughts not themselves the thing of matter? Ontology is an experiment in making things real when reason tells me they should exist. What then is depth of perception, how may we swim in the sky or fly in the sea but by its mooring to epistemology beyond the enclosures of laughter’s doctrine? Who is the fool who reaches beyond the admonition of the fisher kings to dance in defiance of gravity’s capture? How may I know that which is beyond category, time, audible register or imagination? Who gives me permission to poke my finger through reason and time?

Are we left simply with, “it must have been dream”? Diction Constabulary, prediction police and comptrollers of active transliteration move to strike that which they perceive imperceptive. How then is light become, if not by word of order or order of Word? Must things be seen to be? How then may God exist if I do not see the need for God? Are there options that supersede my reality and have no need of my definition to count their evidence? The universe is not unmade in my lack of understanding. Complexities outside my limited comprehension have no fealty to wait upon my cognition before they may impact this or parallel realities, times or fungible states of matter. If energy may be transformed then it may be transformed in to any form with potent equation, not simply in a manner where math meets my understanding.

Fools proclaim their idea of the universe as certain. It does not need me in order to be exactly what it is. Just a player not the writer or composer, simply marking time until I see deeper into rhyme and lose the bond of time.