Post by alexwriter on Mar 9, 2007 10:36:47 GMT -5
Stroke One, Two
About the stroke and other consequences
things were so scrambled
once I became aware of the underside
of my persona, it was hard to tell
Was I skipping reality because of insiders’ bogarting
or did the stroke sequester some stuff?
Am I the one thinking something is missing
or is it someone else
I mean, who is doing the thinking?
Were new parts created to handle
the missing, kissing and don't tell memories.
You see, sublimely
when I am slaloming timely through thoughtscape
I see other trails, unopened mail
other signs of passage
cloven in the multiplicity
and I wonder, did I make those
or were they cut by others?
It is a puzzle in 3-D
the jumpings, the nuzzlings of fleas
trying to please themselves
but flailing and failing to gainsay
to deny, to decry their existence
Slipping and spinning on wet ice
which isn't so nice
and careening and careering out of sight
before I can heretofore core their causes
before I can glean their multitudinous meanings and dreams
and I’m left with pukka puzzle peaces
Conundrums to ponder, to wonder
Have they riven me asunder
will I go under
will I blunder
or will I fit this together
and fight forever furious
always curious
always reaching
skating, and skipping over the cracks
in the concealing ice cap, ice flow
sifting for what I know
what we know
Alex 1/7/07
