“hc is ….” 5

The hc (human condition) is staggered off.

                                                                                                                                                 Portraits of the hc

What’s life?
Gotta happen in reality?
How can you make it happen in reality,
if you can’t make it
in life,
in the city.

Are we, to be?
The suburbs and gardens battery pen zoos
institutionalised bureaucratic human processes
with well-appointed equipment and appliances for mass entertainment.
Our lives.
But we mustn’t stop,
at that.

Human lives we live urban.
Factories of offices, foundries, farms
pre-fab families and shops, friends and homes
spread out just like, because they are,
fans of our over-population.
They disappear over the horizon.

But wait, the point
stop and become a part
of what is, rather who is
in and of, what is
reality and creation.
Settle in your place, as a part of the whole body.

All that surrounds you,
onion skin layers.
From underneath you,
recognize you float.
Embrace your floating axis with spread and
float your diaphragm’s girth on the core
come, ride the stagger
be on top, draw in under.

The hc is “staggered off”, in our
actuality as projection in space, where
we are, as an identity, having an experience;
our more, and our all
encompassed by our whole.

Between our self and the rest of creation,
the whole body folds our countenances away.
From having direction, we leave three “wakes”,
displacements within projected space.
We bear upon gravity,
with physical and nervous strain.

Through the levels of our extent,
we push down and suppress our struggles,
repress and push back any confusion,
and deny a side, the other side.
“Cornered off” we hold, away from our wake,
our countenances.

(see Ascending assertion. https://realityhc.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/ascending-assertion-cornered-across/)