I have very complex thoughts
Some which I wish I could
Transcribe and manifest into the world.

But why? When language is so phishy and fickle. This is not the Chrysalids although I wish it were
So that I could express the
Duress of my thought shapes.

Steinbeck was onto something, I believe.
A more connected more
Outlandish, unifying ancient
Form of being present in the future.
Engaging and increasing the
Proficiency at communicating.

Perhaps one day we will be
Inundated from senses we
Had forgotten or done away with.

For now, these words must but
Never will suffice. Seems egotistical
Almost, to make me feel nice.
Clearer view. On our way.