NaPoWriMo 2018, Day 21: "Phenomenal Thoughts" by Bryant Jacobi
(To philosopher friend G.C., continuing our conversation)
A fantasy someone's poured enough mind-stuff into
that it has heft, that they can club a rabbit or grandfather with it,
that's real. Reality spun to a fine cloud
that fingers tear easily apart, that dissolves on the tongue,
nothing but flavor & toothache, that's a dream. It doesn't matter
whether the world's truth, illusion. I don't care
if I exist or if it only seems that way to me.
Some people worship stones, some ghosts.
Let me tell you: we might be myth,
but the spirits of all the earths & hells & heavens
pray to us. To us & a one-eared cat
& an old tune that's had all the words worn off.
Let's at least listen to their petitions, work what miracles we can for them,
whether our deeds are bubbles within bubbles or pebbles in the mountains.
I hope they call you back to work soon.
Drop by for dinner, even breakfast.
-- Bryant Jacobi
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