ben goertzel

What kind of Space

			do these words live in?

What kind of Love

			does this mind dream?

What kind of Life

			this poet lives in?

What kind of Ears

			can hear his scream?

	The space of our 
		collective skullcage
	The love that leaps
		and licks your skin
	The life whose whole 
		pervades its nothing
	The ears that scream
		their bellies thin