un / Distinguished; intercalated

I wake budding constant & un

easy. Atonic; un

Distinguishable; intercalated. Did you know

they call it tonotopic mapping, how

the cochlea grids sound and location?; tilts

sense-data through a sieve of neurons & sacred design till 

the runoff eureka & holy hits us heavy as a truth-hammer? Is truth 

localized; could I point to it in the brain? Mitochondria,

the steam engine chugging the fabric of my being, is passed along maternal

lines; my mother, after all 

her sacrifice, after all the distance, steadily propels me. There’s the quantum,

too, which like the very marrow in my bones babbles 

astounded in the mud of the Real — until of course 

it is captured by observation, which then prompts 

an urban sprawl into the stitches between balk & furrow. This is where I settle

my plough. This where I irrigate the garden grown of dirt & dirt &

dirt.