the explanation
is that you chase sensations
with no hesitation
there’s no track without stations
no creator without creation
no saving without wasting
or displacer without displacement
in your interior and exterior
there are more bacteria
than human cells
a walking ecosystem
a solid, sticky gel
a brain
where they say your thoughts are contained
the interface
that calculates your fall from grace
one human face
one new man race
it’s all atoms and collisions
one giant tickling decision
right down to the quarks, the sparks
that influence each other across the dark
space
time ticks by
the fluttering wings of the fly
the memory of that guy
the mystery of I
why does I not want to die?
sacred dream reality 