a rumination, a revelation
stuck or trapped
in body?
God’s mental workmanship
so shoddy?
born on
automatic mode
now manual
now unsewed
no sense
of future
without
a suture
too conscious of
consciousness
certainly too
autonomous
too aware of
being aware
I stare, I stare
overly aware
of own existence
no path of
least resistance
body seems irrelevant
no Eucharist, no celebrant
with all that it can bring
life is
a most uncomfortable thing
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC