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Perceptual Symphony
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Completed Poems The sound of jazz fills the atmosphere,
Drowning out my beloved Rachmaninov
Steam screams at me:
“I will not allow you to focus!”
The wicked mind crying out for attention
As my heart yearns for more.
Her voice, her smile, her smell,
Her touch, her eyes, her kiss…
All things blend confusingly:
The smell of chai, The Isle of the Dead,
The conversations, the passer bys,
Laughs, smiles, intense looks;
A lonely couch, neglected…
Her voice, the thoughts, the smoke,
Raindrops and dead leaves;
A symphony,
A ring,
Their laughter,
The loneliness, the comfort, the tense studying,
A rush, a singing voice, he never stops.
All jumbled and confused, never-ending…
She clears her throat, he makes idle conversation,
A car drives by, its windshield wipers beating the water,
Papers sit unattended to, the clicking of keys,
The voices, the rain, her eyes, the smell
Will any of it ever end?
