Advice, Guru?

“Consciousness is staccato, not fluent. We perceive in tiny packets

of information. Our attention is easily perforated. But we need the

world to seem fluent and intact, otherwise it would be unbearable…”

Diane Ackerman, An Alchemy of Mind, p. 216

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Familiar cliff: stay and twiddle

through the moss and weeds? –

or take a whiff, exhale and jump?

I'm a chump: my sentient mind

defeats me when (switch tropes)

I get into the ring – against the ropes –

unable to avoid the sting and

whomp of jabs and bludgeoning

of stimuli (try new conceit) for

which I have precisely as much

thirst as deserts have for rain

when they are driest; that’s to say

(in simile, surreally) I'm like

a hungry hummingbird who’s

just found tzimmes at a seder

whose sweet syrup he can sip –

makes nice with grandma –

plans to raid her pantry for the rest:

largesse and amplitude! –

what to sample, dude? Got my

invitation to the orgy! But I'm

already logy, stupid, ass-down

on the floor. Advice, guru?

(Change the metaphor.)

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