Halfway between the listener and the song,
the music happens, bounces off the stars
and starlight, clustered trees and passing cars,
touches the worlds of meat and mind along
the trembling strings that glide and shift through bars
that hold, like stationary partners, strong
and still, support the sinuous and long
body of hunger, feeding on what is ours
to give to us a joyful and complete
portion of nourishment, a feast of all
that we can touch through sound, a being that
can walk through each sensation somehow full
of what beyond sensation gives to it,
and show us all’s resounding festival.
© 2017, JB Mulligan

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