If the thumbnail on my thumb
Decided it should dominate my inspirations,
Inclinations would succumb to most peculiar limitations.
In ways most similar, the sense of self,
That element that deals with fields of patternizations,
Can become outrageously bemused that it is all,
And all else subordinates in mere addendum.
The ifs and buts, the limbs and guts,
The nose, the ears, the eyes,
Recoil in surprise to discover relegation
From this egonomic domination
Wherein the essences of sensation are debased
To erase a fundamental primacy that accepts
The steps to discern realities most essential
To incorporate as fundamental to survival
Are tossed aside to provide odd fantasies, their grip
On totalities that distort implications of essential import.
Deep within each of us, internally, there is a mind
That must deal with what is real, it knows the alternatives,
But must discern what is critical, or contentious, to learn
What to choose to gain or lose in this game of continuity.
Though consciousness is contrived to monitor sense input
As it arrives, implications derived from prime DNA plus signals
Imposed by experience can decide what is relevant to remain
And what is to be dismissed as irrelevant, tossed aside.
Eruditions from traditions deride the absolutes in crude stupidities
To prolong the Sirenic songs to suck entirety to the abyss of finality.
The shrewd primeval disciplines with instinctive thrust of the automatic drive
To stay alive must incorporate the idiotic ego so deformed by noxious nonsense
Now polluting what we are misinformed to presume is current civilization.
Time is quickly closing down all escape from this pervading rape of simple decency.
This cascading threat to all life and love requires incorporation of all intents
Of mind and goal to circumvent this obliterative toll or we suffer the consequence.