The Theory Of Relevancy

It is only the thinking that matters.
As if complete clarity was attainable.
As if.
Why the curiosity, why the care?
This mysterious phenomenon.
This mind invader.
Another thing we'll understand later, reminders everywhere.

The books, the music, the visual arts.
A look, a hook, can't be shook.
By sleep, or drink, or shygirl blinks.
The uselessness of it all, like a lock and chain, like something to blame, like a low lit flame.

Like it's for your own good, trust the schemers, the selfish operators, the have-it-both-wayers.

Only the weak, lazy, and dumb fall for that in the end.

Strike out on your own.
Own it.
Decades will occur.
God willing, of course.
Body willing, soul willing, eyes willing.
The loud yellers can congregate somewhere else.

Where the wildfires rage, uncontrolled and deadly.

We need some peace and quiet around here.

So jammy tunes can be heard, so crazy ideas can be uncovered, so the spirit can restore our faith.

Security is not assured, the snakes slither always, within and without.

Smiling and sneering.
Hissing and puckering, like a brilliant seduction.

Free yourselves, tame your emotions, move about, daydream.

Interactions of intelligence and measure. 
For your own reasons and motivations, to benefit others.

Provide, enabling another life, biologically and otherwise.

In all ways.
The importance of spiritual connections, calmer of the ages, formation of times, historical contexts.

Nothing is irrelevant, like no one is irrelevant, like no thought is irrelevant.

Even our trash, our baggage.
We lug it around until it becomes our identity.

The theory of relevancy.
The accumulation of humans and matters. 
HM squared.
Interconnected and virtually dependent upon all else that is taking place.

At any particular point in time.
And it cannot be proven false, therefore it is true.