Before we learned to count
Gazing at the lone belly button
Contemplating one's navel
Meditation was a private affair
What need had we of punctuation?
Now we are one plus one
Gazing at the communal belly button
Contemplating ones' navel
Rejecting exclusionary self-meditation
Necessity is the mother of punctuation.
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22 hours ago
comma toes?
ReplyDeleteI just noticed that the first words of each line can be read as their own secret message:
ReplyDelete"Before gazing—contemplating. (Meditation.) What now? Gazing, contemplating: rejecting necessity."
This is wholly unexpected, and altogether grand! "What now? Gazing, contemplating: rejecting necessity" not only summarizes my Intended Plan for the Near Future (i.e. studying philosophy), but suggests a new direction for my monologues (i.e. imbedded clandestine communications), both of which seem related to one another in a mystical, Möbiuslike way.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Craig!