The Animal

To see and be the ugly things of life.

To know there is terror in the sublime.

To be
a biological organism,
a bipedal mammal
with opposable thumbs;
 
witness the animals as they come together
to gather round the fire
& make their greatest mistake as
they take the communication system
moulded from noises and turn it
into language:
                a feed-back loop into which members of the group
                will descend when
                they discover how
                to talk to themselves
                & not others;

necessary lie of grammar, to anchor
our respective first-person perspective  
it gave rise to the lie that is the “I”,
                the insistence
that there is something different inside of us.

Sudden light:
close your eyes,

wait in wonder & terror
for the after-image to recede.

When the darkness returns,
press fingers against your eyelids
&
try to believe the phosphenes are unique
when
you open your eyes again to let them
                                    linger
over familiar scenes. Does
it seem
as if everything
or nothing
has changed?

Are all things still
                    the same,
or subtly,
briefly
            different?

Can you appreciate sensation: the feeling
of vibration;
the harmony of eternal energy
composing & flowing through us?

Is there hope to be discovered
                            of escape
from the day to day
after day after day
of feeling dull & repetitive
& dull &
the same?

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