Music in my mind
sharp and brilliant as the greasy knife
shaving a day off the sun--
music meaningful as water
or the song still ringing
when the notes' bare ends
in a thought afloat in light--
stray swan alight in a sunset
engulfing entirely the moment aspired to
or a truth not unalike as shrouded.
Most things I was good at making nurses laugh
the human body's ironies alike we, perceiving
connected like bone to flesh
as sure as we were bred to laugh
identically even if otherwise
my general confusion
was now symmetrical with understanding
The Being Unbeing Itself.
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