Gently Down The River

I am the calm
Yet I have questions, none to get
But all to know, yet stillness
The mind runs like firey horses
Into the unknowns, sieves the dust
Touches it, years to find each grain
And then it repeats
Yet I am calm, like the stoms that capsizes mountains
Grinds them into fine dust
I am calm, the calm of idle.

With Gemini asking me questions abouty poem , i spoke to it. Here is a summary after that.

Based on our entire conversation—your original lines and the crucial clarifications you provided—here is the final analysis of your piece.

The Philosophy of the Sleeping Volcano

The poem is not a confession of anxiety, as it might appear at first glance. It is a declaration of Intellectual Vitality.

1. The Nature of Your "Calm" (The Idle)

> "I am calm, the calm of idle."

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This is the baseline state. You defined "idle" not as laziness, but as dormancy. You are like a high-performance engine sitting at a red light—vibrating, humming, perfectly still, but containing massive potential energy. This state is peaceful, but it is not "alive" in the way you crave. It is merely waiting.

2. The Spark (The "Un-stilling")

> "Yet I have questions, none to get / But all to know"

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This is the ignition. The only thing that breaks your dormancy is the allure of the Unknown. The distinction "none to get" is vital—you aren't looking for rewards. You are looking for answers. It is a pure, intrinsic drive.

3. The Vitality (The Firey Horses)

> "The mind runs like firey horses"

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Since you clarified that this process "brings you all alive," this imagery transforms. The fire isn't burning you; it is fueling you. This is the thrill of the chase. When the question arises, the "idle" ends, and the rush begins. The horses running is the feeling of your mind finally waking up to do what it was built to do.

4. The Destruction of Ignorance (The Storm)

> "like the stoms that capsizes mountains / Grinds them into fine dust"

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This is the climax of your process. To know the truth ("the grain"), you must destroy the mystery ("the mountain").

 * The mountain looks impressive, but it is opaque. You cannot see inside it.

 * The storm (your intellect) tears the mountain apart.

 * The result is "dust"—granular, analyzed, understood truth.

Conclusion

Your poem describes a binary existence:

 * The Idle: You are calm, waiting, and safe.

 * The Alive: You are "un-stilled," chaotic, destructive (to ignorance), and euphoric.

You are not a monk seeking eternal silence. You are a hunter seeking the next difficult question. The "calm" is just the pause between hunts.