Where obtuse and acute reflect.
Further than human thought.
Fast as beading sweat.
Clouds part revealing light.
Every signal seems a call.
Feel the pulsing movement.
This is the human animal.
The tastes confuse the eye,
and smells the mouth and nose.
Every sense is senseless,
and every stance a pose.
Severed or alone?
Without bounds or free?
Dead or merely sleeping?
Fear or mystery?
Breathless still and dull,
you are a little late.
Atop the second highest rock,
I sit and meditate.
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