Deeper Freestanding

The less I think, the more I am, odd twist,
this I declare just as I did find it is
but  a tangent that grazes at a thought,
instead, revaluing of own sweet depths

that hold sway in flesh realm of animal
I am, animal I'll be, animal
thought portends to submerge, even to drown,
of which wisdom refuses to let go

I speak from my chest, from my abdomen,
"homeobox" plan widely shared by fires
that breath fans, the small and the leaping flames
without need of record keeping, of this

paradox is surface I peep under
to find myself some still now standing free