Brain Among Brains

I wanted to see a pair of eyes that could not 
help, they look away, turn away, turn around
and find the sound of voicelessness, for that
is what I have to offer: choiceless going along,
a rampage of want, a contrary tail of falcon, a
distraction of bird-eating, sparrows even. Can
I be a robin? That was a high school jealously
unguarded, but I could not. I did not. I would
now. There is a way in which my fires cannot
burn any hotter than an agency, a self-reference,
a manual in a library whose appendix is only too
ready to burst. Will I burst? Probably will bruise
instead. That's my fear. Distress rather than eu. 
Would living in the EU be better for my chest?
I do relax on trains. Can I train myself to relax
in cars? It won't be auto. Maybe semi. Hopefully
without the tractor's trailer, also without a farm. 
Just a few berries in the woods and maybe a 
deer from time to time. I would like to become
a real modern american human, decaf and un
capitalized. Oh wait, with capital. That is the
capital P that demands a seat at the cabled 
gable, the place where bridge meets meeting,
becoming a human of humans rather than an
animal of trees. I could learn this, and it would
require more restraint when I see eyes whose
eyes I would like to I. A self-no-longer becoming
that can become a brain among brains, rather
than a body among muddy, muddy bodies.