What is this thing, the essential core, the
root thing, the original thing, the what! without an answer, what it feels like
to touch it and think that it is something, it’s in there somewhere, under my
clothes, beneath my flesh, beating inside my heart, deeper than where I can’t
take anything more off to find it, ticking, that’s what it’s doing, ticking
until I find it, and I really want to find it, before it all happens without me,
like when the Zen frog went plop! in the water and I forgot who I was long
enough to not notice?