when i invite the male cat
into my room to sleep past the 12th hour
of the second part of the day -
when i censor images i see not
denting a presence in imagination
or memory - well - images are one
thing - the perpetual stasis
of walking on concrete, un-affected
by seasonal graces that change is
kind to trees for four faces -
to say imagination is born from the nature
of certain things, equilibrated for other
things to be memorised, not in
a standardised notion of a curriculum
for mathematics when calculators are
already here and handy -
no, i mean - that some things are a provisional
accounted for inertia, but an inertia
with a chiral dynamism to suggest:
a philosopher looked at a stone long enough
and started to utilise thinking as the most
sublime discretion of moving his hand,
but the hand never moved, nor did the stone,
yet the utility of the stone was by no means
equal to the utility of the hand -
perhaps thought had no utility either -
unless of course it was robbed of its
place to accustom a narrative but dare not
become entrenched in novels -
atypical aristocracy: narrate as be your will,
and only find meaning in such narration
excusing the narration being penned down
to shelter behind the stone - but the stone
can't shelter such a trivial narrative -
hence the hand interferes in activity -
the stone thrown or the stone left to glee
with gravity as it ought, by noon a furnace
of coal's activity with fire, although with the stone,
the fire hidden, the pink cheeks of embarrassment;
but enough of that... to read in discomfort,
to write in discomfort, one moment squatting
another moment standing hunched -
only because the cat began napping in your
writing chair, eager for company to listen to
music and the trickle tap tap of rain...
and you have no heart to throw him onto the bed;
and indeed we have a system formalised
by self-assurance, this cognitive self-assurance
a defiant mechanism of inducing safety parameters
of further action - as if this action be
meaningful in terms of what's necessary for survival -
the process of cognition, per se,
attracts comparison to a many compounds
with compounds being kindred of faculties -
the process of cognition, as such,
is almost unknown to us, even with kind examples
studied for their bleakness and nakedness and
a many more adjectives (qualities) -
take thinking and memory, or imagination -
it's hardly a reasonable comparison for
such provisions as methane reacted with oxygen
provides carbon dioxide and water -
basically... don't get too comfortable in your thinking,
your ego isn't an armchair... and your thinking
will never be a *****'s relish of binging on
a television series' entire season over the weekend -
this cognitive self-assurance is the frailest coping
mechanism, such that the mechanism really isn't
a defence strategy.