I am wired through with impulses Electric;
the cells
and the flesh
speak with one another
(across distances Infiniteby shooting
and intraverseable--
yet I call This my thumb,
and This: my phallus;
and This is my arm
and This is my Heart--
This is my arm
This is my Heart--
and This is all a great lie)
jolts of charged ions down paths
encased in a myelin sheathing;
but in my dystrophy I wonder:
am I cells and flesh;
am I cells and flesh;
am I blood and bone;
am I tissue and organ and muscle and ligament;
am I dead proteins
(arranged in such a manner
as to attract You,
the subjective Object of my momentary
Desire--across the way, moving towards me
amidst the rock-show music,
with mote-like notes falling on our ears,
and our faces
[turned Outwards towards one another, in
a Peacock-like display
of all our wildest fantasies
and most wily-and-cherished dreamsequences
involving long-lost love
found again
in the most Primal of mind-melding
places]);
spurting forth from follicles wedged
between skin cells;
am I a large nose;
am I rotting teeth;
am I uncircumcised penis;
scars white and purple;
scars white and purple;
freckles, and sun spots;
hypovolemia;
virus (viruses) that will never leave
my Body Immaculate--
or am I, perhaps, the interminable chatter
my Body Immaculate--
or am I, perhaps, the interminable chatter
that occupies the indeterminately
large-or-small
space between
two Ears
two Ears
two Eyes
Mouth and Basil Ganglia
Larynx and Medulla Oblongata
sinus passages
What is the Mind?
What are my thoughts, and how
do they translate themselves
(so invisibly, so seamlessly)
into actuality; into realness; into a world
which seems to be so ruthlessly governed by a Categorical Imperative
and a Religious conviction
Hell-bent on homo-genization
fought and rallied against by Science
the transient world;
how do my thoughts connect
to the basal
mud-and-lightning
that is my ephemeral Body?
What am I?
How can I be?
What use is there in Naming?
How do the stars shine;
what semblance of realism is there in my momentary
(daily)
breathing--
and what does the beating of my Heart mean?
sinus passages
(labyrinth of bacteria and fluids and so manyand long-since-fused fontanel?
green-tinged
childhood illnesses)
What is the Mind?
What are my thoughts, and how
do they translate themselves
(so invisibly, so seamlessly)
into actuality; into realness; into a world
which seems to be so ruthlessly governed by a Categorical Imperative
and a Religious conviction
Hell-bent on homo-genization
(yet unaccepting of homo-sexualization
and everything that it entails
[love; a species being; a freeing
from the confines
of Space, and of
Time; a broadening of
our Human Minds
{but, again: WHAT IS THE MIND?!}and an acquisition of the knowledge of All
that is entailed by the symbolic term
of "selflessness"--
and a freeing from the confines
of Social Acceptance and normalcy;
individualism as a sect of the
capital-C
Community]) ;
fought and rallied against by Science
(another Great Evil if left unchecked, ifHow do my thoughts affect
allowed to run rampant
in its capital-R
Righteousness, in its
Revelry in the falsehood that is the Religious Right
[which, by antithesis,
makes its own statements
no less Real
or informed by Insight]) ?
the transient world;
how do my thoughts connect
to the basal
mud-and-lightning
that is my ephemeral Body?
What am I?
How can I be?
What use is there in Naming?
How do the stars shine;
what semblance of realism is there in my momentary
(daily)
breathing--
and what does the beating of my Heart mean?