Attention Deficient
Disorder
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone. (Emily Dickinson)
If I saw Thinking-Out-of-the-Box
would I be able to recognize her?
Not if she were Out of the Box I wouldn’t.
She’d look like glossalalia if in fact I
could even see her. Like tons
of angles..
Sounds like NOISE not necessarily white.
Gobble De Gook if she were really out of
the box. Ridiculous at best. Offensive
at worst. No one I would want to
have anything to deal with.
The so-called thinking-out-of-the-box I
could celebrate is in-the-box or I couldn’t
recognize her. Relatively out-of-the box,
within in-the-box—but not out out out
of the BOX out-of- the-box.
Sustainable out-of-the-box-in-the-box-ness.
The thinking-out-of-the-box that I can entertain
is not the Out-of-the-BOX-thinking I might
could need to consider but can’t.
She’s out of the box.
Beyond me.
And don’t blame me my
Snicker
Snort
Resistance.
Revulsion.
Revolting
Recoil.
I chose from my ample nation,
than close valves of my
attention like stone.
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