The Mind’s Sole Province

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Headless, heedless, needlessly afloat,

the body of a king thrown off a boat

repines, expresses discontent and frets

over its loss: its crown! Cancel bets

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that what’s befallen it could never be!

It’s a bit of foreign matter in the sea,

untenable, unpalatable even to a shark.

And what’s above it soaring like a lark?

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What is this orange consciousness

aloft, amid rich-tinted flows that dress

and frame, protect it so it can proceed

from what against all odds – with speed! –

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it now finds it has fled? A flying head.

Is this a dream? Are you in bed?

Are you floating flotsam, jetsam?

Or are you shooting off to get some

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new perspective you’ve suspected

you must find, now you’ve defected

from the flesh that kept you dull.

The mind’s sole province is the skull.

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You can’t accept you don’t exist.

You haven’t told this to your analyst!

You must wake up and make amends.

This can’t be how the story ends.

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