Critical Voice by Terry Locke

This realm your body

The realm your body has its own dictates.
It is (sd Olson) man’s first cause of wonder
how fast selectedness will rise in states
of unselectedness – no more the blunder

of ascribing to that lovely riding thing
chaos the primal cause of our condition.
There are sheer acts of knowing in the fing-
er tips, in tiny brains without volition

Such instincts in the cells create a grid,
a matrix which coordinates direction,
even when consciousness has slid
away into a hazy dereliction.
This ordinary of the body’s mass
the word may match but never can surpass.

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