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Dave Bonta
I had in my cabin
that dun cow, paradox:
that the sea was good at ninepins.
That we hear for our instruments—
locks singing to the blacksmith.
you are real
but this world is made up
this world is real
but you are made up
you are made up
of opposing forces
united
like a symphony orchestra
being orchestrated
by the band leader
except the band leader doesn’t really exist
only the band is real
From coast to coast the railroads roam,
Yet every inch of rail stays home.
Had we but parted at the start,
I'd cut some figure in your heart ;
And though the lands between were wide,
You'd often see me at your side.
But having loved and stayed, my dear,
I'm always everywhere but here.
And, still more paradoxical.
You always see me not at all.
I AM the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker.
I am the lyre.
The water, the fire.
The tooth of oppression,
The lips of desire.
The snare and the wing,
The honey, the sting ;
When you seek for me look
For a different thing.
I, careless and gay,
Never mean what I say,
For my thoughts and my eyes
Look the opposite way.