Symposium Supposium

Backdrop says: static is a matter of ourness
We wheedlers, we elementaries, we assigned
A name to a thing that is not a thing
Mind? I do, actually

Neither of my eyes
Belong to my ears
There is no ultimate my-er
No above-the-fold soul

Neither do my soles
Take direction
From para-chords
Chaotic boards

I forgot how to be bored
No longer remember who I is 
Italicize my self to put a space 
Between grammar and a personal nod

Approver mover
Behoover
Given to flights
And fancy tunes