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April 3, 2012

My eyes are gone.†

I have been too long at the tube

this morning and curious

little colored flies have

carried them off as I danced

on a current of grace.†

Arches sliding along

vibrating aluminum wiresó

we pause to sun dance--

It was grace

taught me to breathe,

to sing, and to dance.†

I pause and listen

to the soft rise of the earth.

I pull air into my lungs

and it sounds like Jazz.††

With a capital "J."†

It is music.†

Mumbo jumbo Jazz,

your favorite station for

all the life you can gulp,

you wireless junkie you.