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Sometimes I wish to press the knife against my skin and let out blood
because the world is growing within me, overflowing; it overwhelms me –
for how is it possible that the world is within me while I’m within the world?
Where are the boundaries between us?
Where do I end, and the world begins?
I step barefoot on the ground and feel the rotation of the Earth.
I’m falling through the universe at breathtaking speed while not moving at all.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Excellent perception poem by Lera Auerbach.
It summarized what my Psychology professor, Dr Robert Fudin, once said in class;
"The world and what's inside us are one"
That's a beginning with no end to a complex mystery.
Posted by: Joel Weiner | December 11, 2021 at 11:22 AM
"Where do I end, and the world begins?"
Reminds me of Yeats: "How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
Posted by: Emily Fragos | December 11, 2021 at 03:56 PM