A tail of something that swam here, the beginning of welling blood I spy with my little eye Streaks and something alive A faltering world Or am I looking too quickly? Past it, over it? Am I even looking? It would take an unliveable number of years to be aware of what I perceive I lack the overview to select what's important and I wonder why the unimportant should be important to me now Or am I just slower?
Doing a lot gives a lot It does not matter whether you use muscles or just smell or listen Doing a lot gives a lot to think about,it bounces thoughts around between should, want and can or it crawls from image to image until your worn body rests and your mind stands still, at most making an inventory of old information where the indexes are still legible and ruminating what has been stored there
