Lost In Total Translation

Shock!! Horror!! Fright!! Leap!!

What! Where! Wait.

I have lost my Being in a Realm unseen,

directly by myself,

I walk the fact of rhyme.

The rhythm beats,

to complete,

but Mortal Body is in Exist,

separated above,

I stand to stare at no Glove.

Ice Cream melts,

coffee can't hold,

walking 'round,

what a state,

of being.

No dead, so Alive,

why does this understanding become Me,

I pounce while Out-,

About, to know that I'm not Found.

Odd Idea?

Not really,

Theme,

A State of Comprehending Being.

Step-Out ~ Meta Facts,

to be exact and on track,

a sort of hidden degree,

in compression of a Lean.

No imagination needed,

if Ancient learning began Teaching,

the level of being,

would inhabit reason.

Practice, Practice, Practice,

becomes second nature.