“This cue ball needs some ‘English’.” I know what that means,
Though I don’t hang with pool sharks. They’d say I’m too slow
At responding to words printed or spoken well,
And applied with precision. How do I impel
My intention effectively for the best show?
I would say that my English is part of my genes.
One’s intent is the cue ball. Its path is the way
To deliver direct force to that which it sees.
But intent knows no English. That comes from the mind
Of the conscious intender whose game is streamlined
To the purpose specific with power to seize
The collective group consciousness destined to splay.
Words are weighted with meaning. They’re easily spun
And propelled to the limits of what can be known.
In the mind there are pockets – whirlpools of a kind.
When expended thoughts go there, one becomes refined.
English seems to lack motion sometimes, it’s been shown.
When one aims just off center, the spin has begun.