Quarks
Where my head is my mind’s not there
Might as well be in my knees
Quarks and quasars supercollide
In never-ending demented searches
I move in and out so easily
Now that I know where the between is
Experience memory fantasy
Doesn’t matter anyway
Grade school names not heard in years
Father John hasn’t aged a day
It’s just a speaker and a body here
In a metaphorical quandary
Music and I don’t take up space
We make each other real
April 19, 2020
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