Early morning gut viscera
grinding dream constellations
into waking life anxiety,
expectations & obligations:
time & tidings all over again.
What seems the
succession
of thought is only the
distribution of the
whole into causal
sequence.
Emerson: commenting
on the difference if not
relationship between
thinking on the one hand
(so to speak) and its
manifest expression as
linear sequence and
succession one after the
other, time after time like
these words on a screen:
sequential, but the thought
is whole: an all-at-once-
ness parsed into beginning-
middle-end, simultaneity
translated into cause &
effect, eternity chrono
logical-ized: the song
over but the melody
lingering on: how
could it be otherwise?
Digitalized! damnit.
I am a miser: holding
on to what I got: this &
that & that. No way can
I let go my because &
affect, reasons-why,
explanatory interpretations
& blame-ations, escape-
goating terms of desire
one after another in
time and space.
Might as well say—
my head stuck in
a bucket of water—
“Breathe, Sam: just
breathe: you’ve got
gills you never
imagined.”
Spirit on the one hand
reduced to letters on
the other hand: words,
sentences I can sulk
over, sanctify,
quibble &
correct.
Here’s how.
Here’s why.
Here’s when.
Me measuring all
things & no things,
so as to see & say
hap happening happily
one thing after another
reducing the whole into
causal sequence for the
sake of convenience if
not always convention.
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