Data
THE INCOME
Data comes in
From vibrations abroad
Are filtered from the din
Of the builders of fraud
I
Wafts of biochemistry and alchemy inhaled
Race the first avenues of traffic en route
And pass on the right against vehicles exhaled
And make order of what we smell and goes out
II
The lights and the darks of premonition interweave
Through the chambers of the mind's crystal ball
Followed by hues, striking, as what we believe
Are the colors of the beliefs we install
III, IV, VI
Pursuit of attention moves those in their orbits
Looking left and right, up close and beyond
To focus on the truth and duly absorb it
Such that volitional reaches can truly respond
V
Things good to know, good or bad on the face
Stroke the fine cells innervating therefrom
To feel the slings and arrows of the grand human race
And how we fit in the life-changing outcome
VII
We respond, in kind, striking the pose of the facies
With muscular expression of how we taste life
We invite or reject with smiles or frowns that one sees
With decisions rendered of our own device
VIII
Waves sinusoidal are rhythmic and frenetic
Beat groove patterns, tympanic, on the drum of my ear
And are sent so specifically, time-signatured balletic
To make sense from manic noise as the music I hear
IX
Giving and taking the world that we navigate
Requires swallowing many things found distasteful
Yet sweets we stomach — sour, not — but graduate
And discriminate the things away, newfound wasteful
X
The things in the background that wax and wane vaguely
Keep the insides on point while the outside takes action
The breathing and heart-beating that tax and reign vagally
Handle upsides and downsides when lost in abstraction
THE WISDOM
Three pounds of matter that, indeed, do matter
The gray and the white that rule what we see
Hogs get slaughtered, but pigs get fatter
When we magistrate correctly, data actuary
THE OUTCOME
Waves ebbed and flowed, electromagnetic or kinetic
Received loud and clear, felt cosmically and then some
Are awareness bestowed, chronologic or alphabetic
While busily dodging bullets, walking and chewing gum