Placebo

Our minds create

our own medicine

as if that as a term applies.

Our experience attempts

to intervene and mediate,

gaining evidence and providing

self-conscious cause.

The tissues,

as results there from,

may leave a trail to follow

while the pulses tell

of our subtle

but current response.

Our chemistry suggests elixirs

in somewhat alchemical ways

to challenge

the existing environment,

treating the electrical mix

with an unseen fury.

We mean to

address this environment

but vaguely address the cause.

Our state of being provides

the metaphorical weather

for all this ongoing to occur.

We, by story, make look

at the clouds within

as the stormy sky.

But really all of the space of us

is filled with so much more

then the invisible

and the sensory evident

to comment upon.

There is the electric

and the emptiness to embrace,

the constant movement

of what seems to be almost still.

But in a quantum sense,

within the confines

of the body as field,

it is oh so active

beyond the broad spectrum

of us, we narrowly perceive.

For our senses,

now trained away

and reporting to the mind,

seem to be the last

to crudely know

from within the narrow band

of what our senses can provide

in what is now experientially valid

and reducible to story, account,

identity or fact,

in the persuasion towards reason

to surmise and justify.

And so, in response,

placebo is a state of being

enhanced by this symbology

at work.

Rationalizations provide

the proper space and mechanisms

for the placebo effect

to be that work.

All of the space between

all that our atoms provides

for any placebo to be busy

is the silent fury of the ongoing

as that exchange

which then becomes manifest

and remains secured as undisclosed.

We are but a product

of urban myths and miracles

as placeboes are

much like ice sculptures

melting into sacred waters

of recovery,

for the human body

to reinvent and represent.

Our rational minds

as bloodhounds

are lost upon the scent.

The spectrum is now vaster

than the senses have permission

to hunt.

Oh bring us back results

in terms we use to understand.

Don’t intend to take us there

as part of the process as ourselves

for that god is greater

than the concept of our separation

from it would allow.

Feature us with tools of inquiry

that require submission

while what goes on through us

does not differentiate

by that way or means.

Walk us in vast circles

somewhat aimlessly

while our minds

make inadvertent footprints

into what we don’t know

as these means.

There is a claim, for us to know,

“forest for the trees”.

But we, in spite of claims,

are the forest and yet,

by our current methods,

we only know

how to problematically identify

as the trees . . .