stochasticism

Done for no reason, or not at all.
Things should be, I mean.
That's my motto,
and every call
that I make along lines
tends to curve and arc
either towards or away
from shine,
or dark,
or stimulus, so-called
(perceived). Chances are
I'm indifferent to all such cues
- at least, so I
have been forced
to observe
I believe.

I was thinking of some
-thing else, just then. When
I did the thing. Something else besides
reason or principle, or any such
so-called second-order
reasoning. You see
In any given
moment - the decisive one,
stretching out for subjective
weeks, maybe

until just when you'd otherwise think
(or you'd think so) (you'd think
you would) - in that moment,

the utter white noise
of one's mind kicks in for good,
wipes blank in a massive,
flashing laser array of focus,
and drives away all concerns
both extraneous and otherwise
that you'd find. And it's off!

Chasing a white hot crazy dance
and scamper and slide! After
a disembodied dot
a disemprojected point of light
from a nonexistent laser pen,
being chased in turn by
an absolute cat
- which may or might
exist, but can't
at this moment
be reached. Which is good
because more to the points of its
imagined claws
- can't reach you. And within which,

(the cat?!)

there is only one point
in the world
to be missed: of awareness,

perhaps

it is always off-joint,
in-focus, mid-kilter
and gone for a ride

in accordance with prophecy
got up impromptu, a vulgar
and rude self-anointing
decided upon to mislead
the cat. No dice. We tried. It
skews ever so
slightly up,
in a twinkling, a trice
we arrive now radically home, as I try
to look on the lopside
of things. That's just as
things lie, so to be precise
I always try to look there,
when I see what's-what.

I succeed, pretty much
inevitably.

If you ever ask me
for the reasons involved?

"It is what it seems,"
I will hint,

"There are three,"
but don't push me for details
that I won't solve. Instead, join me
now - let's find it all out
as we live and breathe,
and our minds revolve
in our heart's desire, perchance
to dissolve.

I was kidding.
There aren't "three" that's just
kind of an in-joke, you know. Any time
you stump me with a poser I'll start off,
Well,
"There are three main reasons"
and I just make them up!
Good ones, usually. But

they were not even present,
were never referred to
at the decision-level. The end
only came to being
because of the sentence. "Explanations"
maybe

would be a better word.
And I assure you

there are three.
There are always three
it's a little absurd