Am I
Akin to
A little gerbil to you?
With soft white patches of fur and eyes,
Unusually bright and brown?
Am I, am I
A sawdust anomaly to you?
A nest quite unremarkable
What harbors, what houses, a hypothesis?
Am I
A brainwave screening to you
What showed a most peculiar sight
In x-ray blue?
An activity spike out of place?
Am I, am I,
Calmly sitting here inside
A rodent's skull
And the droll
Haplessness
Of such tiny warm body
And the limits of my own little lungs,
So strange to you?
Am I
No more than an especially acute gerbil's mind
Which grew, exponentially,
So that it was hard for you to document, to see,
Distinguished from my siblings, and so very suddenly?
Am I, am I
A scatterplot,
Line of best fit which shows my thoughts'
Voracity, capacity, elasticity?
Am I, am I, am I
A naturally occurring phenomenon?
Too clever for this cage,
Too content for an escape?
Am I
A string of chemicals
Which orchestrates a small gerbil
And it's brown-eyed inner workings?
