Your namesake sits in his consumer cell

conjuring tricks out of the ethers

convincing himself that Substance equated with Reality.

Really?!

This flesh, this house, these people

being substantial, four-square

with innards and outards

must therefore truly exist…

…just as much, your namesake continued

- being logical, if nothing –

as the machinations of my mind

these constructs of electrical motions in a grey jelly.

Though it is hard to accept that this slippy stuff

is quite senseless

while it is reputed to be the source of all sense!

he continued.

 

My thoughts ABOUT  Be-ing

 are all I can really rely on.

 

I didn’t want to solve anything, anyway

he continued.

 

Your namesake was never so dense

as  not to see

what he saw

was intrinsically suspect.

 

Your namesake was also never so illuminate

as not to know

that there was nothing to deduce, put together, work out

to begin with!

 

All I can do

he continued

from this reputedly singular perspective

is  observe – breathe - be.

 

6/4/07