The fog I call the world is not a cloud of atoms
only, but a cloud of feelings, and ideas ..
All I do is what my flesh can do, yet everything
my flesh can do feels strange. I am the swelling
of a salt sea onto an armature of chalk, the calm
of a tidal pool where brain cells live, the wind,
the lightning storm where thought flares into thought.
Antiphonies to Psalms
Alfred A. Knopf, 2004©