Apatheia

 APATHEIA°

The joke, (correct me if I’m wrong,)

is that we’d actually a better chance

of flipping inside-out a coconut than 

starting clean—man, it’s all so damn 

inherited, crusted on ourselves like 

a band-aid. Even you, squirrel, look

-ing down and laughing at the way I 

rock and rock and wrestle with reality, 

are victim of environment. It's nuts!, 

I know. But surely both of us, I trust, 

could one day free ourselves from 

what we thought ourselves, glimpse

the Absolute, if be it when we look 

a lot like that guy over there, tucked 

in tight between the yellow lines with

little paws entwined across our chests.