Musica

24thOct. × ’09

There’s this face you make
when you play—
the world has gone
away
your eyes
an unfocused lens
seeing a part of the picture
we cannot.

You become
the sum
of a child affront the television set
plus actuality
(seduction and fulfillment combined)
transfixed
a system inexplicable
to those not neurons
running in your synapses.

Oh to be a string
reverberating
in your passion.

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