Imagine the science possible
In just a few years, we will have conquered
The life of mind to make matter
Of past a will of the future
Imagine the politics possible
When your mind is trapped in itself
Because we failed to take
Thought as relational in its grasp
Of other things that are
Not yourself but beyond
In…
You need to transcend that, she said
Perhaps out of desperation to sound like
Being someone with gravitas
Gravitas, a word of honor that echos long
And transcends those nasty little words
Like Fuck, I said
Like Fuck do you hear a person
But merely draw circles around your own
Image that now has left
My view in search of another sound
