Homo sapiens Galaxy

                                           
                                                 
Herein will be my further thinking apropos Kasey's

"The Poem Is You" Lime Tree post from August 2007 
                                                      
At its center/ what K. Silem says is absolutely correct.
It recognizes abundantly-provable variances which cannot
safely/ be ignored.  However, he realized/ and I/ and I  
am sure others, refinements would need to be internally 
constructed and then expressed.  As has often been true
about me, I am here/ doing both.  There is a new post up
at Lime Tree this morning: a post I see as the beginning
of Kasey's "further thinking".  Do read it.  My "further
thinking" begins at a far remove from his.                
                                                         
Homo sapiens is like a galaxy.  There are billions of us.
Each human is like a star in this galaxy, classifiable
but unique.  This galaxy is in constant motion, and each
star in it is in constant motion, even after its demise.
                                                          
Take me.  The average male in the United States, so says
a fairly current factoid, is 5'10" and weighs 170 pounds.
--Major conjecture interlude:  Though interconnected in  
ways not yet fully understood, each human is a physical,
mental, emotional, and spiritual DNA wholeness/holiness.--
I, due to what I inherited and to certain accidents since,
am today somewhere between 4'11" and 5' and weigh +/-
100 pounds.  Mentally, I am moderately intelligent.  The
best I ever scored on what might be considered an exam  
which acceptably measures brain functions/ was the 1370
on the June 9, 1984, GRE I took at the University of Florida
when I was 43.  Emotionally I am dark and deep with an   
echo of laughter and a sometimes feral temper.  The MBTI
and the like consistently tell me I am an INFP, a label
which (according to the creator of one short test) means:
"I Never Find Perfection".  Spiritually, my roots are
Roman Catholic, but I am this moment picturing myself as
I was in my early youth: a light kid high in a soft maple
shaking the limb he is on so no one else will come near.  
Why am I revealing these facts?  It's the best and honestly
only valid way for me to make the points I want to make.
I'm a German-German/English-German ectomorph Caucasoid.
I am, as each human is, a moving dot on a moving graph:
the ongoing, natura naturans.
                                                             
Poetry.  On the bed behind me and to my right/ a mystic
book on library loan to me/ waits.  It is The Complete
Poetry  a bilingual edition  César Vallejo edited and
translated by Clayton Eshleman  © 2007 by The Regents of 
the University of California.  I have been sporadically reading
Vallejo's Trilce (1922).  Thanks to Ron "Mr. Links" Silliman

I'm able to share poetry wonders from Clayton Eshleman.
Vallejo often writes as a shape-shifter might, a gift I     
must have recognized in the 1970's since I wrote a sonnet
lauding him then.  And that even without knowing Spanish.                    
                                                                 
Poets are the conduits for the deep conversations seaming
the histories of the universe.  Poets are artifacteurs who
use symbols.  Poets mix and unmix; try this, try that; eat
rubber cement.  Well, maybe not the last; but, e.g., the
word "spot": four symbols which can be interchanged into:
"stop", "pots", "tops", and "opts" at least.                 
                                                            
The tallest I ever was/ was 5'6.5" and/ the most I ever    
weighed was a/round 135 pounds.  So, my eyes under
ground-level circumstances and focussed straight ahead/  
saw only what it was possible to see in that horizontal
plane.  I leave it to you to apply this in the   mental,    
emotional, and spiritual spheres.  Unless there is an exact
exact duplicate of me somewhere, there is no possibility of
my being or doing as some other human is or does.  Can I be   
and am I influenced by other humans?  Of course.  Will there
be a point at which we will all come to know and believe the
same things?  I hope not.       
                                                                  
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