Friday, November 15, 2019

Porthole ~ Friday, 15 November 2019

The I swings like a restaurant doorway, 
hovering like the breath, inside and out, 
entering and exiting, through each door, 

I appears as an affect of ego, 

sudden changes in temperament eddy 
with the tides, swirl in spiral vortices, 
into a glass from carafe containers, 
not a moment to rest, the water flows, 
glides from cylinder space to cylinder 
space, the motion of a reflective mind, 

lifted from the barrier of the brain, 
in an instant, lighter than air itself, 
kissing the metaphysical beyond, 
exiting and entering, a backflip 

as dolphins play the acrobat at sea, 

resuming their neural composure, break 
each wave effortlessly, silly to think 
species outside our own as dumb creatures, 
treated as lesser animals, each case 
as understood, body informs the brain, 
understand each body, a whole being, 
realize a bird's brain, the perfect fit, 
ask yourself if you want a dolphin's brain, 
not fitting the human body, stupid 
to think humans so dull witted and slow, 

dumb as an ox, a bird brain, stubborn mule, 
open the mind to the doorway of thought, 
opaque, filtered by centuries of blind 
ruminants thinking cows stupid creatures, 
want to see your ego aflame, flambé, 
alcohol burns cool fire blue, the mad chef 
yells out orders to inobservant cooks. 

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