Exquisitely Inimitable Physics

Ravenous, we fall upon reality –

create and then succumb

to the P.R. that gets us to desire

a piece of taffy, or a thigh,

or the bestriding force

of Shakespeare’s Lear.

We commandeer the course

of all the little bits of precious

evidence our eyes comprise

to utilize as proofs that they

and we are here. It is a gorgeous

enterprise, this grand compulsion

to resize and reconfigure form

and scent and taste and feel,

to render an exquisitely

inimitable physics of the “real” –

to make it warm, to make it

seethe and breathe: to conjure up

a self we may not have to rue.

What else is there to do?

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