So I Found It! 1.

( an informal poetic) So I found it! The very essence of my soul, the eventual becoming Of my living form to travel to the unseeable future of everything. So I found it! Beneath the blankets, beneath the all encompassing Hum, Beneath the very flesh we serve day in & out trying to fill ourswelves Because we feel empty, So I found it! There lying just below the sky navel, There where anywhwere Anytime by Anyone it could disappear, become somene elses, drift away, Fade into the sun, evaporate & become rain. There where all eyes have stopped Looking, where all heads have turned away from, There where dreamers Dream and die, Dream & die, There So I found it! You've seen it, Heard it, Felt it, tasted it, We've all experienced It in some way before, mistaking it for love, or sex, hate, jealousy,envy, ******, Or even some might have mistaken it for kindness, eloquence, attention, Or even worship; So I found it! You remember it, think about it when you walk into to work and you feel a mess, or maybe uncomfortable glares, You know they're afraid of the things you might be, or maybe you're a girl, and there're the cat calls, the accidental butt grab, the stares, the casual personal conversations that you know are nothing, yet the boyfriend, or husband think is something, and for guys he's right cause the other is just looking for a way in, and really You're right it is nothing, And maybe just maybe you've felt it dripping down your leg When people are wondering why you're smiling so big So I found it! Crumpled up in my pocket, I found it rolling through the clouds, Deep in the black hole like living room couches, at the bottom of the close hamper, I found it smelling so much like life that I vomit when i think of the body sweating, puking, pissing, defacating, f - ing, crying, sleeping, & yet even then There i see it in the Multitude of faces hands thoughts smiles gnashing teeth batting eyelashes I found it randomly in the eyes nose ear lips cock crowing like jim morrison on coffee & crank, I found it surfing through the air the space between each & every moment. So I found it hidden deep the eternal answer to the problems of a writer trying to shut himself up and hide, never dealing with the oblivious truth that no matter how deep No matter how profound the one could ever be with the ever ebb of muse masterbation IT still remains, in all things, and without a normal intake of the filth,purity, and sludge of The many the genius is wasted on silence. So I found it!