By Noel A. Ihebuzor
Complicit mind
over matter imperfect,
mind in matter,
matter under mind
matter with mind,
imperfect matter,
gently rolled
kneaded soft hard by mind,
matter-mind
fused, matted and siamesed,
spiralling to fused mutual perfecting
and that is all that matters
for the whoops, the swooshes,
crests, waves,
the unending inebriating
deeps, dips
valleys and volleys
the mind massaging
feeling and filling,
perfecting
the imperfections of matter
always imperfect nearly
***Inspired by a lovely poem I just read on the blog of one great poet, friend and duet partner, Susan Daniels.