Becoming This ***
Sitting in the living room
the chair is there alone
not aware of anyone
an object on the floor.
Someone's watching over here
sitting on the couch
bag of bones and other things
consciousness hide-out.
Surprise the chair has buttons
it can sling back too
massage the one who's watching it
the one who owns this tomb.
But the only object
knows itself to be
is the one with arms and legs
a star like Da Vinci.
Call it mud or matter
somehow they're a team
unless he leaves it
like an object
crumpled lots of seams.
Pushing buttons
will not help it
any more to go
and the one was
pushing them
has no size at all.
The Milky Way
beneath his gaze
part of everything
why move around
in odd cramped space
when this is happening ?
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