|Before I could speak I was glimpsed
the eye meets itself...
kind of body is this? What will spring out next? A pimple, a wart,
a boil, "an engine called an APU...it creates air pressure,"
a laugh out of place. Where will a new hair stand up and wave? Beneath
the cutis, unaffiliated fluids are pumped sarcastically by muscles
of the heart, tributaries of the River Styx on which ancient texts
glide to their edifying source.
of moisture, soaked to the core, the
deeper understanding is seamlessness. And so we have the discovery
of a developing universe that is, from the beginning, seemless.
We are everywhere involved with the whole thing. In this framework
I am thick as the roots
of a Douglas fir, which is where this analogy ends.
I'll never learn