And She Wonders... Poem by Richard Weissman

And she wonders religion, and she wonders spirit and she wonders magic and
she wonders mystic - trying desperate - to escape outside of self - to
think from a cat view and fly from an eagle view, to abandon humanity,
to look out on it stretched cross Wyoming wide stars and down upon it from afar,
from without its prisoned cells and in that way grasp it from an objective
or dispense with it entirely and end the thought process and go beyond thought
or escape thought, but thought - the vile prisoner - remains.
And subjective remains
and human remains and so she continues to be locked within a human drama,
portraying human emotions (remembering her tear) ,
contemplating human thought-forms (such as this one) ,
stuck in the Tarred mud of humanity on a lonely road
without a tow.

-Excerpted from "The Moths" (1993)