The Parietal Self

Ensconced behind the pia mater,
The complex of negotiations,
Between what can come in and what is

Already here and likely to stay,
Carries on, creating its wall art
On the inside of the caves of bone.

We’re in here with you, meanings being
Even smaller than the molecules
The pia permits to infiltrate.

Here, our world is you, the ongoing
Filtered, sheltered in a local niche.
Funny humans, how your ancestors

Had an instinct for representing
The situation in each of them,
Each of you to this day, being drawn

To the back walls of lightless caverns,
To bring abstracted notions with them,
Paint us, carve us, then leave us for good.