Drawing by Judith Wolfe

EMILY DOBSON /

Poem



      Feeling Sleepy at the String Quartet Concert

      Thick oozes of warmth
      yolk-coat my self-abandoned limbs
      in the slippery sweet weight of oblivion

      an eternity passes.

      Reluctant cracks of light
      intrude
      enlarge precisely and
      thrillingly slow
      in the acute awareness of a blink

      a shimmering universe
      resumes existence

      Enormous metallic strings
      VIBRATE, and
      the world Trembles

      amplified breathing
      resounds in
      wood-throbs

      a suited musician bottom
      defies gravity, floating perfectly
      above an equally dreamed seat, and
      space expands

      twinkling star-lights and
      a thickly humid night-roof
      advance, space
      contracts

      All is one

      an elastic space breathing
      mathematical currents.

      feel the smell of rain
      taste the dusk
      melt on stony sand

      Live absolutely
      in soft curves of flesh,
      and the pickled sound of evening

      Love the meaningless sounds
      of words


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