Consciousness:
melting polar cap
Shrink Shrank Shrunk:
the whole iceberg; and
then merely the tip & now
only a snow ball squat on
top the tip is how I’ve
come to see my
consciousness;
Or sitting in a plastic
kiddy-seat beeping a
rubber horn as if driving
the auto-mobile: a
convenient toot.
Watch out: Consciousness
Coming thru. Beep! Beep!
Aiming to save the world
with Buick intentions, I’s
berg aspirations, & a snow
ball’s chance in hell.
Consciousness: a miner’s
lamp; me: assessing the true
nature of dark.
Consciousness: this little lite
of mind: I’m gonna let it shine,
my total eclipse of the sum.
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