For some weeks now
I've hidden from the music
with mood and thoughts
only inch deep
day to day
Important actions and attitudes, yes
but the more shallow state
The left mood and left mode
Steady and in control these past weeks
dealing with realities abounding
with children
and business
and moneying and politics
Now a fresh conjunction
with time to soften my hardness.
freedom to spread tender parts
exposing sensitive membranes
of delicate finely tuned nerves
Seductive sound waves
permeating my quick
another unseen force
like gravity and cosmic rays
pulling my insides |
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modifying my direction |
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altering my time |
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turning evolutions |
I relax to permit my brains
to reveal the proud flesh |
| merging with waves |
of sound
and light
and touch
and thought |
Melding with that
both sophisticated and primitive
all in the same
mysteries which have been
and which will always be
Unseen
sometimes unexpected
the me inside of me
sometimes sheltered
sometimes hiding
As I breathe deeply
exhaling what was hunkered down
receiving
and being received
joining that which forms
and that which I form
For some weeks now
I've hidden from the music
G.J.G 9/12/89
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