The body looks at itself and says
Within itself, this is me, this is what
I do, then turns around to disagree,
This is not me, this is not what I do.
This is entirely outside of me, this
Is only a little bit of what's within me.
All the other things I see and say
Are and are not me, almost equally.
And so it goes, another quick sketch
Messing up the unfinished mandala,
A little scratching of a drawing
Right through the elegant patterns,
A cartoon of one more tiny idiot
Grappling with the giant
Experience, one more Jacob
Half-asleep, starlit, wrestling
The unassailable angel of unsayable.
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