tungsten filaments radiate an orange heat bouncing off selectively reflective surfaces
stimulating the nerve endings at the back of my eyes and i feel like i see
there is so much more that i am missing right now
so much stimuli gone undetected by my specialized sensual circuits
greedily, i want to absorb more, wisely, i understand that my mind can't handle, all at once,
the tiny stream of information my body is capable of collecting
sometimes i catch myself feeling smart, and then i remember
that my consciousness holds as much of the essence of the universe
as a teaspoon could draw from niagara
that's why when i went there
i threw my teaspoon into the falls
and wished i'd brought a camera
