As Vexed as You

Thought is textured -- always vexed by your biology:

its currents, flows, its neural zaps, hormonal glows and bursts

which – ever new -- conduce to a collective thirst

for a solution to which there was actually never quite a problem.

The bobbling of the mind reacting to the bubbling-up

of stomach acids, fluids processed through the kidney

and the liver and the glands – a tingling in the hands, a fleeting

numbing somnolence in feet -- entreat your heterogeneity

to face a prospect sentience cannot greet with any reasonable

hope of understanding. The branding of assumptions

and the search for something like a working certainty take up

the blood-warm apparatus with impertinence.

But somebody is sitting next to you, as vexed as you,

emitting a familiar sigh. You might say hi.










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