Wednesday, February 10, 2016

What Reads as Confidence in Us

We’re comfortable breathing forms,
warming to our reflexes like friends:
nothing isn’t conscious, unconsidered –
nothing generously lends itself

to everything. Autonomic functions sing –
pumping heart and coursing blood
are full of choice – what we had thought
was mute turns out to have a voice.

Existence’ flood is sentient with intention:
held in its suspension, we proceed.
What reads as confidence in us
is that we’ve ceased to need.


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