Fascinatin’ Rhythm
My room is like the cenobite’s cell
Because I must stay here
Though it is the hermit’s joy
Less and less to move
I want my car outside the door—nothing
Much, it simply gets me there
That’s the promise I want:
That I can leave, find faster air outside
Enjoy a slight change in dimension
A single shift in the horizon of my own events
Only enough for this, yes, this is how well I
Want to be
Today
C L Couch
(title borrowed from the Gershwins, Ella Fitzgerald, Eleanor Powell)
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