Mucker

Mucker 

          Like a shout   in the street—

My mind proceeds   from primordial 

underpinning that   it hasn't bothered 

     to make, instead   allows me to pour 

my experience over   this bottom layer. 

If I'm thrown into   a pigsty, I experience 

     all of my senses   at the same time 

while extricating   myself from the slop. 

No countermanding   orders are given 

to my nature thus far,   so I must be all 

     and draw the totality   from my tiny 

heart too, as it flickers,   beats, and must 

display my vigorous   nonsense, passion. 

     If my head's dunked   into a toilet, 

the swirling flush will   try to transfer 

     all of my senses   at the same time. 

When trying to be   the tackler of another 

     mucker and not   presenter of that

tackling itself, even   though my result 

may not seem to   a witness to be tackling, 

     I must become   that tackle and draw 

the totality out   of our bruised hearts. 

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