you think
of how—
there must be so much going on underneath
these toppling wavecrests that you'll never see!
there must be so much going on underneath
these toppling wavecrests that you'll never see!
So many colors
which have no
allegiance whatever to blue, wild untamable
flavors, brainless
molecules, meticulously-wound strings
of pure protein; textures, smells, sensations
all vibrating
at temperatures
much different than the one that your quivering
skin is feeling.
And so many creatures! Beautiful, benign, malevolent;
all combating, or else cooperating—all in unique
patterns, every
second, combining
and canceling as they move toward the
surface
to create these scant few impressions you're receiving.
So tell me the truth, how
on earth
can it be?
that—when gazing just as
deeply into that smart little
silvery rectangle
back
home in your bathroom—
that's never,
ever what you think?
