Lesson 56
I am currently having a singular experience:I am sitting on a chair, comfortably,
listening to Bob Dylan, namely
Like a Rolling Stone, and letting
my eyes drift out my window
without directing them. Wherever they go
is up to them. Perhaps the music,
by which I mean, the harmonica,
acoustic guitar, or that twang (you know which)
of Bob’s voice is guiding them. I don’t care
or know. In fact, in this moment,
I, as you may think of me,
do not exist. I’m simply eyes and ears.
I’m simply a person listening to Bob
talk/sing about a toxic girl and her
toxic life. Why does he care so much?
I simply don’t know. I, like the children of old,
follow him as he pipes me out of my head,
into my eyes, which are looking outside,
beyond the somewhat dirty (I haven’t washed)
window pane, off to the trees, perhaps
even beyond, into the sky?
Even beyond, beyond what can be understood.
Thus, what can be written.
I don’t know.
All I know is
in this moment
I am having a singular experience
All I know is
in this moment
I am the most alive a person can be.
All I know
is this moment
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-12-02 at 13:35
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