Basel wrote: Then consciousness is like a giant squid.
Basel smiled. Take that, Mr. Magic Madden.
A perfect iambic pentameter line.
A simile. And one that expanded
your consciousness. Membranes that must remain
in water deep and wide enough for you to swim
for miles and not find land or feel the moon
as it guides the tide—more like the water
is passing through you than you through it…
Okay, enough of the water comparison.
Basel needed a volta, a turning point,
a place to land, a breath of air, a birth…
Got it. If a poem is, he wrote, like a baby hid,
then consciousness can be a giant squid.