The colorific suddenness of what doors are to mere
understanding of how it works
first you hop unto it then you jump towards it as though until you kinda look for it in the depth of what you say
then you see or will it until we feel that I am no longer willingfully towards the only path of what we seem to feel nor touch as exclusive as near thought
maybe you may be able to suddenly approach it with a good pace or revealed formlessness, as though we mean it more than we see it as thought alone willful
sort of kind of what happens in the act of laughing but better
then we knew it was ours for the taking or disapproving beforehand that we may be thus be the most excellent of objects
we ready our nods towards the bay to which we are included then we seal it with a yes or a no, not a mistaken fulfillment than before
yielding to the striving is created nor uncreated to happen to us by as a small chance in this formless world
may it be with us as the mere complexity of our behavior suddenly restricts in ourselves
the notion for dance or worded vision by that art completes us without the humor or the sun-filled fun.
