a certain sense of soliloquy 
surrounds 
the scenery sentience sets to
ponder,
aloof enough to care,
lost
enough to wander
even the micro adventures of
mind,
addictively undermined, and beside
the path, oblivion winds a
way
to us, in the eventual, never minding attempted
evasion.

so,
suppose,
let solar caressed dermis determine
temperament,
better than these confined, unwieldy 
others,
projected in smothered realities, and
speaking,
in all those false finalities, dreamt dreaded in
design,
and so well advertised- yet, still
upon the sill of this
existence,
it falls,
consumed in earth, all
worth worked down to the
elements,
comprising what once was, now
ground down to
essence,
the intricate weave superseded, as
always, eventually will, for
prevailing simplicities. you know, just
breath,
stand,
see, 
be,
moment by moment, even if adorned in 
reverie.