anatomy of things

sleep comes more readily, willingly,
than unsteady thought that resolutely
rejects the fury of speed at the center
of modern sentience. having lost 

what was never a race, thought can 

only unfold across a different landscape - 

prep work for a deja vu that will present itself

in happenstances wedged in crevices
of familiar unfamiliarity, or vice versa.
the body recognizes the thought experience
dis/mis-placed in time and space. the body
remembers
        each of the aching contours
of thought's heedless leaps into 

theory, chimeras, even portents.
right at the moment of the fatal fall,
the knowing body engineers a scene change.
thought hitherto pulled down
by the weight of the unknown, now floats
in still water dreams, shape shifting,
becoming the lake itself.

when you wake up tomorrow morning,
trust the body. it knows more. and better.
listen and attend to its visceral counsel.