The Middle Scene

The body loves reading about itself,
The mind about the mind, but awareness
Is torn. The bodily details are fun,

But they don’t feel whole, or rather, they feel
On display, a delightful puppet show
Of visible and invisible flesh.

The stories of the mind sound more profound
But where do they really come from? Outside,
From earlier generations of minds.

The observer created from crosstalk
Between waves of body and mind would read
About what makes it a self, sure, but why?