there is a a violin
in my dreams,
striking distances
in deserted landscapes;
a verse, a sting;
something beyond forgiveness.
there is a new philosophy,
these days,
of posing and hoping;
through yoga asanas
and power poses
and penciled smiles
we are - we become
happy and fulfilled.
there is a saying
(or, rather, there isn’t)
about the length of the body being
the measure of one’s desire
(and desire as long as the sound of one’s wings);
and all that is subsumed
under a very new philosophy
by which we should strike poses,
ever new poses,
and hope.
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