When I remember that my thoughts are happening In reality, physical componentry electric something Makes body-mind distinctions Cartesian nonsense For the soul is a notion, also alive, in the real, Temporarily living stuff; the idea to fear death Is alive until the last, never erased, but possibly Outranked by other notions of neural acceptance Throwing around brain terms with the heft that Acknowledges the physical nature of language And the failure of the thought-space separation