“Stick With the Process, Son. And Eat That—It’ll Do You Good”

Lord, I have started thinking all sorts: I am talking
To myself. I think we all conscious.

Tell me what I am to do here: I have turned
To art about you (and them); I am inventing cultures

And theories and demons and regulations; and I am thinking
About art, and thinking; and I believe it exists

Lord: it is now so loud. Why’d
We do this? Have I invented fruit?
I am over eating and talking to the animals;

I understand poetry (even the accessible work): was it here
Before me? Are these things always with us, we just

Start seeing? You & me: it feels timeless here—tiring—
Too awake and full of visions—which I longed for;

But not on my own: with everyone: Lord—is it not
‘Bout time you mended? For I am full up.