bound in a cave, winds have their own mind, a spirit that for the
moment is calm. Yet one leaf swings wildly above the creek's narrow
bed, hanging discretely we think that an apple is one notion, one idea. But
it's not. An apple's properties are split among many different representations.
Its color, its shape, its size, its qualities as a food, and probably
many other features, are each stored (in the brain) separately.
Sometimes information is in
a chilly mist. Sliding closer, I see no stem or thread to explain
the gravity of its macabre agitation.
dreamed he had two penises,
one above the other. Though embarrassed,
he didn't want either removed, which he
could have done himself.
we conceived a world of myth, then of method.
Now the specters of both lie exactly
an image of the person and knowing subject which,
has no place for a 'mind' and associates
events with animate essences which lay