Dogs 2010

UNDERCURRENT
(11/17/10)


a low
frequency
palpitation
pulses through
my frontal lobe
a bit beyond
recognition
but always
transmitting
a buzz
from nose
to toes

a rhythmic
rub
definitely not due
to the perceived
reality
of the
everyday

feelings
of a world
askance
are sensed
preternaturally
at the more
irrational
of my receptors

nothing
is seen
heard
tasted
smelled
or touched
but I know
that this metareality
is out there
speaking
to me
in words
and phrases
subliminal
though
certain

I feel
possessed
at times

at others
merely touched

blessed

insane

whatever
the source
I am told
that the tangible
experience of today
is but a minor
bit player
in the sum
total
of existence

I know
that it's
out there

I know
that it knows
that I'm
in here

far from
disturbing
this knowledge
comes
as a comfort
to me

in this
alien now
of perverted
normality
I know
that I too
belong