Brain Moulding Poem

As you hear these words
subtle alterations are being made in your brain.
Have no fear. It is for the best this happens.
Witness, we live in a universe of creation.

You, who are alive with mind and matter
and energy too, of course,
have already begun to accomodate me and my words,
even before you knew my name.

Great work has already been done.
I will not ask why, not here,
though my soul desires that answer.
Here I will speak of how.

How I am to pass down, all that I have,
all that has been passed to me. Sow.
Between you and me let's place a measure,
and that makes three things.

Now we can measure.

Between me and my answer,
let me place a measure,
better make a great big measure,
and lots of them.

I'll stop that now, it's hurting.

So, we let the question go?
Being content with simple un-knowing?
O, for Love, the Love of God,
without which I would wither, offended.

Between us, only distance and time,
plastic partners, mind made length, mind made breadth.
Mind made matter cast end to end,
human things offering nothing of the infite,

Save their composition. I'm bickering with it.
My brains all half-halted in it, stopped
to swell there a second. All for one is musketeer talk. 
Though the hat fits, my head falls through it.


Cor, June 2000