Thursday, March 17, 2011

Fine-Tuning Silence

I am that which is not. When
I return to my true self in deepest
sleep, my body abandons me
to keep busy doing other bodily
things besides inventing me,
and I am not, which is most me.

When I wake, the orchestra
of the body summons me through
dreams and the shaman human
brain reconjures me from the sea
leaves of memory, and I again
become least me, that which is.

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