Starfish (or The Geology of Morals)

Well, this is a cordial gathering Thanks for asking No in fact I'm not employed I appreciate the inquiry, actually these free snacks are the reason I came No, I've never heard of you or your associate Actually, I don't agree with your quips But, I can't quit. So let's laugh let's laugh let's laugh No I don't feel how I feel I might feel like a rainforest crawling with indescribable fauna Or like a bag of dust, tossed into the back of a truck I could feel mathematical about skin Fanatical about the frames I'm put in - to you Can't imagine how indistinct I am How borderless how porous I am How sensitive and instinctive How many contingencies I incorporate into my methodology My daughter reprograms me with incessant memories and impossible game plans Young brain She says Young brain, points at her head Mine is ripening to the turning point ahead I am a starfish I am a starfish tilting I am a starfish I am a starfish building a new hand Cut down then regenerate I am a sickly engine with no intention but to turn on Burn on. Then gone. I spent Wednesday looking for the gnostic gospel I misplaced Here it is: I heard that the ceilings of cathedrals are built to look like Noah's Arc But the ceiling of this church looks like ice God made the extension cords taped to the carpet God made the speakers bolted to the window sills The tools required to gather are as varied as the gathered But every comfort added has a price And an unforeseen sacrifice The piano teacher has you practice cadences on the pulpit You gather the tones into a single swarm A child prophet sculpting seven pitches into form The only correct music is beautiful and noble In the geology of morals Flawed philosophies rise to the surface It is the goodness expelling the sickness. I am a starfish I am a starfish tilting I am a starfish I am a starfish building, a new hand Tell me where I end and you begin Is it at the bone The blood The muscle The skin The hair The air The dark matter The gravity The probability wave The language The symbols The other universes Flying apart at, imaginary speeds