thought
It happens sometimes.
I'm dropped out.
I'm me, no, I'm moving
from room to the kitchen.
But I want. I want!
To be connected again.
So I try, I try to spell out your name
my way home should start
by pulling a name.
A name has hooks...
a chair hook, a painting hook, a smile hook
and a grip hook.
I pull by the smile hook
I get the eyes, the upper arm,
and it's moving! It's moving towards me.
I stretch out my arm
and I find relation.
Think! Think, therefore not I.
Thereof I cannot speak.
2 comments:
I like this one, by the way. To me it is a good illustration of the tiny incremental points of thought, the way we might see them when we are too dizzy or tired to think properly.
Actually, I tried to express how when you're tired you're left out of your "kingdom of ideas", how dispossessing it feels, and how you can trudge your way back by recalling the definitions one by one... And how when you're in the flow of thought, you're less of an "I", when you have thoughts, it is not "I think that..." (these are opinions, not thoughts). When you are tired so unable to think deeply, you are thrown into the first-person "care for myself" perspective.
I don't think I've succeeded very well, but I'm done with it.
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