When the rat rests,
its brain
runs the maze again,
then runs it backwards,
and repeats.
This is early
music.
*
“Poetry wants
to make things mean
more than they mean,”
says someone
as if we knew
how much things meant
and in what unit
of measure.
*
Some chords (crowds)
seem sad—
because uncertain?—
while others
appear quite resolved
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