metonymy4u

I moved to obviate the center.
I did it with my whole body. The center did not care.
I decided bias is not the length of a voice.
Harmony does not hold its breath. A psalm
is a garden that hardly knows its fate. I wanted more than stale bread. I wanted to cook with cardamom and nutmeg.

Does the eye make the thing it sees? Does sound uncover being?

Pesach is a lazy time of year when people scream.
We do the work of god

and pretend she has no ear. Try to sit
for any time not meditating. Try to understand the vastness
already upon her mind.