Complications

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Narration of a Seizure

can’t move
or chose not to move
my head,
tethered or settled
and I
and the bed
are one thing
along one line
of atoms circling through
and among us
choosing
moving together
and so I can’t
without consent
of the bed

atoms are all
there is
the bed below and
doorway and mirror
the hum
of the movement
of the unmoving
a room of too many
things to notice

all a miracle
let’s start large
a splinter
the toothpick
atoms became cells become rock
then plants to the dead horse
decomposing
from 450 years ago
to feed a tree
beside all of the miracle
to create
the being who
can touch and know to
touch and fell
the tree, decide cells to
divide into air
to make a pic

and then the smaller miracle
of teeth
requiring no tools

how can we possibly exist
in a world seeing
the complications
in a cup.

I said stop
and stop, but
somehow I am
surrounded by miracles
so improbable except
all of the inexplicable miracles
exist

could I live between,
in the movements
of others
we should be mixing
through all of time
until we are all
just moving through the
sea of all movement,
waist high

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