The Mythology of the Body

The body is a myth.

We believe in its clocklike stance

and its recipes for self-cures.

(it's deep winds and it's subtle flutters)

We know it's one side,

the one we can touch,

the one we sense with.

But only the surgeon

with his crockery and napkins,

knows the level of our brains and our sinews.

We are reduced to pieces

of mystery encapsulated by organs,

all bubbling and counting these years spent.

Ticking thier best efforts for us,

while we are stuck in our senses,

limited by the same that liberates us,

a myth of permanence,

a myth of the body.