Conversations, to a large degree,
Between me and me, explore,
Amicably, the range of possibility
Available, assailable to exploration
On a scale that, hopefully, can beseech
The entrance to infinity, unencumbered
By the numbered limitations out of time
Out of a mind inclined towards immediacy
To scratch that itch of curiosity that lurks
Within the caverns of inconsistancies of verity,
Out of the dragons of the obvious can, of course,
Set free that frightened horse we each ride
Of who and what and where and why and when
That double use any mind in mysteries of the designed.
Never weary of this query, I munch on hunch and salivate.
Anticipations chew over odd relations to choke on revelations.
This fist of flesh inside my skull cannot be me.
A protein machine, mechanical, that manages intricacies
Of ingestion, inspires the gobbles of other life, demands
My hands to grapple with a sandwich or an apple,
Destroyed by teeth, dispatched to acid hades and reconfigured
Into more of me, necessity for sure, but well beyond
My grasp of chemistry with wisdoms of technologies
To challenge even experts in that organic manipulation.
I am none of that, a mere collaboration of packages of sights and sounds,
Of scents and sense, coughs and sneezes, laughs, screams and dreams.
I am undoubtedly connected to this meaty clockworks that urges
Hunger, sex, and no doubt, can instigate delight and fear, hatred and love
In some strange collaborations of chemistries and opportunities.
I have questioned stones and clouds who remain mum on answers.
Frogs and honeybees are equally uninterested in philosophies,
Although dogs and even cats will sit and look patiently in interview,
In pity at my ignorance, and wander off to muse alone or seek
Someone else available for wisdoms more appetizing.