In the Mind of a Sleeping Cat
There was no god to begin with:
only a small spectral entity lumbering up a tree.
Not ennui, not cosmic meta-physicality
swinging on and on and so forth
in the self or its awareness of person. What is
existence but the I am, what is the I am
except for living. Tiny metaphors
in the mind. We’re all dreams โ
or something like that. Just a specter
a re-imagining to forage on our own.
The human machine in meta-notion: a body,
a system, an organ, a tissue, a cell, a molecule and then
an atom held by gravity.
You do not exist I am,
you are already being
I am. I am.
You are already being,
You do not exist I am.
An atom held by gravity:
a system, an organ, a tissue, a cell, a molecule and then
the human machine in meta-notion: a body,
re-imagining to forage on our own
or something like that just a specter
in the mind. We’re all dreams โ
swinging on and on and so forth.
Except for living tiny metaphors in
existence, but the I am, what is the I am
in the self or its awareness of person. What is
swinging on and on and so forth?
Not ennui, not cosmic meta-physicality
only a small spectral entity lumbering up a tree.
There was no god to begin with.