THE EMPTY ARM

he, returning from thought-hunt
The arm is empty
The fist is closed
Maybe he catches an ant? Ha! ha! ha!
Open the hand!

he, saying: “A thought is a thing alive in the head.”
Thing alive
In the head, in the forest
Many things alive in the forest
Monkey the clever
Boar the courageous
Flangunferryck the shadow (it takes you away)

he the great hunter, going to the forest, into the head
He kills the monkey-thought
He kills the boar-thought
He kills the flangunferryck-thought. We eat them!

he, saying: “The forest is empty. Think outside the head!”
The bird swimming like the fish
The fish flying like the bird
The dead man hungry like the living man

he, looking at the tree. He thinks of thinking
In the head, a forest
In the forest, a head

he, opening the fist. Ha! ha!
A treetop butterfly, flying away from the hand
The empty hand
The empty mind
The empty belly

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[Picture: The butterfly by reading_is_dangerous] (May 26th, 2007)