Normalcy Glitch
there were various salads,
striving to become words, a regular
Tower of Babel, except it rose
in random shunts and loops,
squinched tight in the noodle-dorm
of a certain human brain. and
such forces tended to refer to voices,
implying if not stating outright
that they--whatever they were--
the ego or the I or whatever--
seemed stable enough,
and yet
as they put it,
supervened on a wasp nest of wrangling
impresarios,
with no rational arbiter for adjudication.
it followed, they explained,
that no one ‘in here’ thought freely
or blessed whatever action ‘the shells’
(another term they liked)
chose to take.
there were all these, what were in effect,
byzantine labyrinthine machinations,
these goings-on.
and
that was the prestige of the trick--
that was the entire phenomenon
normally defined as “self-determination.”
but
all the legals and doctors
stood around in intellectual gaggles,
scratching the flat of the square pedestal on
their head;
because somehow, some way,
the salads and voices and maestros of the Babble
were all too alert and functional,
all too sure and eager
to dangerously contrive.
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