My belly joined the Belly Potential Movement. 
My brain took EST, my left eye last was seen 
swimming with Swami Riva, my right was rolfed. 

I’m actualized, if you know what I mean, 
transcending, getting ready for the future, 
fulfilled with helium, unstressed, piecemeal. 

My organs drift asunder above the circus, 
each bulbous with capacity to feel —
eastward the nose and south the probing tongue, 

each toe afloat and powdered like a clown, 
aurora borealis genitalia 
higher than acupuncture can bring down. 

Why then this aching? Surely not my soul —
for none was found when all was picked apart. 
And, strings all cut, who would expect such throbbing 

from one gland left on earth — my leaden heart?