In silence
The high sound of my nervous system,
The low sound of my circulation.
The world is all murmurs and alarms in my blood.
A displacement of air,
A periodic vibration.
I dwell among shades.
And weather the body’s long audition,
The séance of noisy spirits.
Feel the earth-hum,
Free oscillations too subtle for the ear;
All is atmosphere.
The echoing drip of a kitchen tap
Expands my mind
To the size of the universe.
In ancient China
A musician plays the ch’in,
Reserving for his subtlest touch
Just the motion of his bloodstream.
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