The chrome has started to dull, edges to fray—
I need to hear the song of strange birds;
I need to see the stars of a different sky.
The Body is the first to learn these things:
Sleepless, it fidgets. It eats without tasting.
A moment comes when you know you must
Change what you receive, where you stand;
And you move, or become a pool of stagnant
Water, gathering only the slime of experience,
Casting no reflection. . .I am what I don’t want.
If I close my eyes. And then open them.
The world I see will never be the same.