FLED IS THAT MUSIC. SO CHANGE THE RECORD.
Fled is that music.
I don't know which either,
sleep or wakefulness.
I'm lying:
indifference
disinterest
Grace.
One leads to the next
endlessly repeatable
biological requirement
the psychophysical equivalent
of Fortune's Wheel.
The memory of the last cycle
fades quickly to two dimensions.
A watercolor.
Anne Sexton lamented
this as her life's fact
when a married boyfriend,
his music fled, woke up and
went back home.
Consider that without
the watercolor, life would be
unbearable, we would be allowed
our single mistake
and would carry it around
forever, afraid ever after
to move from a rooted spot.
No. Watercolors are good.
Cleaned off, they leave a trace,
an outline, something to build on.
Flattened memory is not
the great So What or bleeding
mea culpa, simply a nod,
a declaration: So. Thus.
Sleep and wake
sleep again.
Live inside the outline,
fill it again, use different colors,
the pattern will be the same.
Little wheel, spin and spin,
the great wheel spins around and around.
So.
KTW/6-19-05
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Kenneth Wolman http://kenwolman.com http://kenwolman.blogspot.com
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"Only silence is shame."--Bartolomeo Vanzetti
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