Psychosoma hypostatic monism
(the pendulum swings, but its axis is one)
the mind is a body, the body: digestive tract
with a support cast of organs (like thumbs
and brains); “Let us read, mark, and inwardly di-gest”;
we roam for arrivals of texts to our mouths;
most will scavenge, and mix up their foods (do I digress?
–or do you, O Attention, that captain who shouts
at stomach-ship, and planlessly snacks late and early);
minds constipated process their meals poorly,
they plop or explode the results (though it’s surely
steady output that bureaucrats push us to plumb),
made from cheap meme carbs, saecula saeculorum;
smile as the childs feast on food for the birds.
Microphage synchronous to a feast: it’s absurd
how manipulable, lurable, carrot-drawn, pliant
we are when we’re starved, not told reading’s a diet.
Image found here. Nom nom?