mutual meditation

within a private place (still remaining in some parts of the world)
where little phone cameras do not dwell
held in the air to capture all things large & small
for the quick viral fix a la facefuck & twatter,
conversation may still be possible
in which two individuals fed up with the utter bluster of this colossal
clusterfuck
that we all call home,
can be pressed out to the sides of reality
like whomever may be the strongest man alive
with all his upper arm strength
attempting to wield pressure to both sides of collapsing walls
falling in on himself---
when the neon lights are dimmed &
candles at best light our way
we can still speak together
if we honestly want to &
come to terms with truths & fictions,
wonders & stories
which have illuminated our own individual experiences &
when whipped together with another
make for epics to be
passed on
passed on
passed on &
passed on further
until the moment when the flame is blown out
when peace comes to us all
regardless of the lives that we have led
regardless of the vultures looming around all of our heads
regardless of anything that might want us to be something other
than what it is that we are,
to speak softly in mutual meditation,
in mutual pondering,
here & now,
brings delightful discussion &
a better knowing of ourselves---
delight in the excitement.