I Don't Even Know This One

I am definitely coming to grips with
the universe, in the sense
that I am less and less sure
that I have the muscular dexterity
to pinch and, whatnot, grab
at stuff. I can't even be
sure that philosophy is the sort
of thing that fills your vacant legs,
mowed grass in plastic bags.
All of this heaviness is foreign to me,
like all of the languages that
I don't understand, which is all
of them, but one. (I'm so stupid!)
You have ideas? Well,
that is terrific too. I am screaming
at the universe. I have a plot
and a narrative too.