Brewery River

A body in obscure revolt
And vague about its pains could be
Truly ill or just old and cracked.

Awareness has to deal with it.
Awareness never has a choice.
It’s the body makes awareness,

Although only outside pollen
Drifting through the air ferments it.
Why should awareness have a choice?

Does any flavor have a choice?
Why should one that savors itself?
Observe the rush of the revolt.

Acquire a taste for your own aches.
You’re a vortex in a vortex,
Temporary in the current

The air and rocks are stirring up,
And the detritus that falls in
And the pollen is all you know.