Options
So they said: either
just sit there and do nix;
be nicely blank, think nothing either.
Or, get off that backside and explore
do/be something - useful or not;
charge-up the slobby mind-cogs,
stir the body-beautiful,
get the feely tendrils moving.
The time for comatose flaccidity
and horizontal inertia
is after the final breath, not before it
…as we layabout, become flabby
and incoherent:
biped slugs, couch potatoes,
brain and muscle sogged, blotched.
There are definitive edges, skins
to every singularity of consciousness, macro or micro.
These contain and differentiate
each unit from an other;
providing discrete, individual autonomy
whilst within a larger, fractal whole.
When those skins get to breakdown - calcify, decompose, degenerate
they lose integrity, resilience, coherence and impermeability
with their purpose in the recycling processes of entropy.
Sobeit!
But as long as there’s breath
and a pulse
meaning some sort of awareness
in situ
there are options, beloveds!
Jul