To my constituents

The body—we forget—is spread wide as Earth.
Not the species. The very nerve endings.
We are lucky, having learned of them,
knowing we hold a sea in our billions
upon billions of beings and bodies.
My leg impinges on my leg, and I somehow
know a matter impinges on another matter.
And a mongoloid reads a sentence about Spot
running to a devilry his pubescence taught him.
Somehow, I am centered while all the ordered
things we see forget an order and smirk at me
for having noticed with nary any violence.

~ by Jeremy on June 10, 2012.

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