and you can't remember
and you can’t remember how your eyes are attached to your brain
it is something like little sinewy motorways
and there is an optic nerve
and it goes up into your grey matter somehow
and it is a translation from upside down, visual carnival
meat-eating balls
and you can feel them swivel like they are autonomous
and when they are dry, you are a skeleton
.
and oh my God it was amazing the other day
when you were walking around as usual taking the signs
and you suddenly thought I am so glad I am useless
.
And you thought
Yes! I have failed
and all the birds
because they have escaped
and, while there is too much proliferation,
nevertheless, you feel you have played your part
and shhh is also kind
.
how hard it is to do even one thing in a day
how short the time is
when you are little
there is only the wind-up clock
and when you are older
you check every morning to remember what it is you already know
and then you go again
but a bit slower
and slower
.
and your lines go over
and you retrace the prints
and the words you put out there
are the words you repeat to others
you are a palimpsest of your capacities
.
and if you gave up all your habits
they would cease to speak through you
and you could be really quiet
the bells would though continue
and everything would hear
with one auditory nerve