As we flow imagining we motivate
our selves to go on,
crack the whip,
try oomph-ala
like… take and read the little book, or swallow
what you're told…
for any mind a thinking thing is companion,
welcome the strange
little light leading on,
for minded beings do not live by bread, alone.
Inside, we see alone.
Outside, I see all one. Am I enlightened,
I ask my closest confidant.
Ah, I utter
as a sigh, slack jawed awe, a we is made
right now --
me and thee, dear, dear reading being thinking
do you mind?
Did I capitalize on your confusion to stick
a point into a bubble you believed?
How would you know?
{1.
Omphalos is the hub of any bubble of being,
center of gravity, if I may
make that assertion
as certain as
may be in these days of knowledge expansion.
May is you word, now. You know.}
A stitch. Point of purpose, needles need thread, thread needs fiber, fibers must be spun. the point of a needle is for piercing, the eye is for sewing edge to edge, with thread. Nothing is simple.
