Stew and Recipe

Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,
The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks,

    1 human brain (shredded).

The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns.

    2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed).

Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum runes,

    3 Blend stock with brain lightly (leave a little lumpy).

Imposes color, shape, and texture — defines the spume, but

    4 Simmer over low heat until chewable.

No substance, no matter, no sound, just the receiver/soup-bone,
Giving flavor to the stew.

    5 Self-serves one.

–LE – Circa 1995, updated 2024

When I wrote this, very few people ‘got’ it. In fact, a few, including my girlfriend at the time, thought I might be a real deviant… Some still don’t get that it’s about the brain as the transceiver of any and all reality, based on my readings of Fritjof Capra’s Tao of Physics and a few other quantum physics related books I’d read prior to writing this poem.