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A Poem of Avoidance
There is more to do
Than I can possibly do
And I can only do
What I can do -
No more.
My inner world
Establishes that all is more
Than can be done
And I forget
That I can eat the elephant
(One mouthful at a time).
I am plagued and terrorized
By the guilt
Of my inaction
And the fear
Of taking the first step
Precludes the possibility
Getting anywhere.
Tags:
I, Machine
Descartes' Cartesian Dualism
Gave me a mind
Separate to the machine
Sure, this is my brain -
"Mais, je pense, donc je suis"
The machine may stop
But the mind... ah! the mind...
I, machine
Oligodendricites
Axonal electrical tape
Breaking down
Demyelinating
The machine starts to fall apart
Each Node of Ranvier
Loses its identity
To gaping chasms and fissures
What were once sparks
Driven with velocity
On the straight and narrow
To a certain synaptic potential
Are now sluggish and unpredictable
Powder flashes
Wildfire erupts throughout the glia
Half my consciousness
Is overcome by
A tsunami of blood
Suffocation and infarction
Someone else's arm has been
Attached to the left side of my body
And I, machine,
Am fucked!
Descartes
I saw your fMRI
You were thinking at the time -
Lit up and sparkling
In all your neuronal glory
Saturday Mornings
Saturday mornings
It's newspapers and coffee
Toast and jam and tea
We sit on the back porch
And a song constantly plays
In my mind
The words silently forming their shape
On my lips
It is a love song
And while I'm not fully aware of it
It shapes my sense of completeness
The Little Proofs
Leave truth to the philosophers
I only know
What I think I know
And even that
Is reliant on my memory
I mean
What is the truth
Of my history?
The actuality
Of my past?
The reality
Of what has been
Is circumscribed
And defined
By the interpretations
Of the things I recall
I only know that
This is how I have been
By the conviction
Of my recollections
And the little proofs
Of the memorabilia
Gathered together
In each event -
Flotsam and jetsam
Of my presence
And the small, shared
Recipricol imprinting
Of our coexistence
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