Realization is

Cognition is an engine, and
recognition, the exhaust. This
tossed-off metaphor is
the steering wheel, and the whole car
is lost. All this was hard-wired
in synapse and neuroquantum fizz
long before GPS or even maps, but
we've traced and we've track'd
our ways to it. And it isn't

as if
we can find our
way back.

So you stand in the street
waiting for your own ride
with yourself at the wheel
still exploring surrounds
and environs, far-flung
and far-fetched enough. You are
by now quite real and alive,

doing stuff.