Yes, it was written

So, I discover another place 
where thoughts cohere on someone
else's paper that had only just
conformed to a shadow in
the mind that sits above my brain;

another analogy for the thoughts
that swirl and break on the shores
of a being that can't separate from
a body or becoming or group

stuck in a cultural paradigm
or a vital component of the natural
unity that the universe represents;

of course that has been written
in one language and another
and the prescription for nausea is
not to be the first to write it

rather one of the ones who 
know how to let go of a pen
and close books softly.