Looking at a white wall

Murakami's cosmos

Like Juan Miro I looked at a blank wall
But saw bats.
Does this mean:
I am bats?
I have bats,
Or I am batty?

Looking at a white wall.

I see

- given that ontology precedes epistemology -

Iron breath blowing
On a Fire.
An athlete on a needle
Streaming oxygenated blood.
Spring bubbling up and
Flooding shoes.
Cool hands stroking
A hot nose.
Battered muscle replacing
Battered adipose.
A swift kick following a
Soft kiss.
A small lick escaping a
A little hiss.
Private laughter bursting
And falling short.

We all suffer from locked-in syndrome
But eyes look out over the animate and inanimate
From a consciousness that conceives self in a material substrate,
And which is without direct causal constraint; embodiment,
And so, perhaps, souls do propagate.

A dissociative consciousness -- a dissociative consciousness

Relocates itself at will.
A decorated metal c upholder for a hot glass of tea.
A bird leading Masai to honey.
The compacted imprint of a footfall remaining.
The echo in Richard Burton's unequalised microphone.
The calving of an iceberg.

Let's support the principle, at least, of effort.
Eschewing Sisyphus and forgetting
And advocate
Longer childhoods,
Longer legs,
And the long term.

Insight bibbles and bubbles out
Reason is a localised phenomenon in a cataclysmic big place.
Reason with a supernova.Reason with the heat death of the universe.

*          *          *
Reproductive, social stroking from
Giggling drones leaning in doorways
With sour coffee in cups half full.

Jump!

Crisp packet-bursts behind. Coffee stains.
Sorry, what was that you said?

I...
I...
I forget
I'm sorry
I've forgotten.
Inconsequential,
I must be getting on.