Today a delusion tomorrow a dream
These records our broken memories
So we can get our bearings in space
And not keep doing the same things
So courage becomes a more flexible star
In the face of forgetting so much
At least that’s the hypotenuse
Thinking offers morning waving
From the window on its way to work
More in the heart than in the head
Like the old man who stumbled on
The naked Venus sleeping
And felt both ashamed
And deeply inspired
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