The largest anatomy

What I have not seen is not
what I have not pondered
nor in my mind conquered
through the filigrees of art.
No ocean, nor current, nor river,
am clueless how drying feels
in summer wind of which too
I remain locked away from.
Deliriant drums I imagine thud.
Tin ear, palate of anything,
have tasted five foods in all
not to count the merely sustaining.
Yet I talk to royalty over bisque,
quiet them, by wind enthralled
that sounds so new where I live,
in between the lonelier parts
my brain has for its constitution,
like each chamber is strange in the heart.

~ by Jeremy on January 6, 2011.

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