Leviathan

"The soul was supposed to be indivisible, not divisible like a walnut."

"The shadow's the thing."

It comes up
In earnest conversation,
Now and again,

The hungry shadow.
Life is hungry.
Shadows are not.

But what if?
Souls are predators,
Giant eye spots


Trailing behind them,
Open or crumpled,
Impossible Polyphemus moths.

They descend slowly
In the brains
Of social apes

And feed hungrily
On the nectar.
Or. They rise.


I am one.
I can swim
All night, phosphorescently,

In your dreams,
Leviathan of God,
Child of Poseidon,

Angry at being
Slighted by you,
By you unsighted.


I can't speak.
I can't open
My crumpled wings.

I can't eat
The thinking thing
That eats me.

But I am
Not your brain,
Liar. I am.