Agency is the Cause of Reason

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Are not the voices
grammatically interpreted through sight, through
eyes of our inner thoughts,
in the mouths of our heart-speech, we
stumbled to find meaninglessness—feverishly—in
their words; we found meaning instead, their
hands pointing the wrong directions; fifty-year old maps;
everybody pointing. Until it was too hard to
care, until we washed away the scent of our thoughts, washed our bodies,
a spare tire couldn’t stop our flight, the radio would only travel through theupper corridors of our minds, we made
sounds with our running, sounds loud,
eyes pointing the way backwards, feet turned, all in
odd harmony, the trajectory
faint, heavy, nearly immobile in its quivering—always quivering.
Eyes tell us things we think we hear,
arm’s length, back straight, we know how to be
swift, we know how to run. We know:
old thoughts don’t hide as well as we’d like, the maps
never lie, the radio knob broke.
-Pliny, Annagrammtic poem #-1