i wish to share my FEVER dream, but first, grounding

in poetry •  6 years ago 

to a race devoid
of language,
it may appear that
the flesh of my mouth
is the words that
i speak.
after all,
where is the distinction
to be made?

one might suspect
an unseen agent,
an unknowable force
at work behind
the scenes.
one might call this
"God."
and in fact,
it is

the nervous system
experiencing the world

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