The Colonist

Mind would have you believe
Mind is in everything.
It’s your mind that whispers

Of keen analogies
To minds in honeybees,
Machines, and amoeba.

It’s mind that pronounces
Stars burn the mind of God
Or are minds in themselves,

Or are mind itself. Fine.
Have it mind’s way. All things
Are, or could be, or yearn

For and long to be mind.
Mind chuckles in its words.
Mind chortles in these lines.