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 compa
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