cairns
how do we find the way between science and nature?
does a stone provoked
dream of hurling itself
or lean into sedentary nature
moss-gatherer, farmer of lichen
Christof, tell me, when cortices
meld like folding fitted sheets
are you disappeared into your wife
can you still look upon her face
If I prick, does it bleed
and as plasma seeks entropy
without a sensation of pressure loss
are you even alive
grass decapitated grows mindlessly
or does it choose — each blade a koan
continuing its path, rescinding
chlorophyll for deeper roots
does one consciousness stack on top
for a better view of the horizon
while the other sinks into peat
with lost heads of watery sedge
we provoke so we feel
because experience is measure
if none react, then we are lost
complacent is insentient
it’s nothing to do with you, really
just hold still a little longer while
I climb over — won’t hurt much
and I’ll show you
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