Original Thing

is.
the original thing
the impulse, is true.
In the intellect
between
is the decision, what to do,
what not to do.

In the mind are many mansions,
in my mind are many homes.
I decorate these
with thought on, thought
pleasure domes,
made these my own.

Thinking myself tired, I find
intellectual pleasures bask
around the intestine,
meaty looking things, rotting. 
Now needs brighter beams
to chew on.

This Knowing Everything
creates another hunger, as messages
from the appetite centre say;
eat live things,
very small things,
cultured. Eat up,

I gamble.
throw caution
to an uncertain wind,
and wait, work and wait.
This isn't doom coming, it's 
truth. It's the final resting place
of a wheel set spinning.

So I'll set it up.
Asked for materials,
received. 
Give Thanks and
Get to work,
Set it up.

Think less of lions,
less ambigous after-doubt.
Instead I let it out,
and set it up. Less
creation of not-yet
reality, not yet actually real,
unless..

So I balance
by the centre,
drinking only the first juice,
ignoring cetrifuge,
it's force,
head pivotal,
sensing motion
less and less.


Cor, Jan 2001