Fumbling through
the Heart of Music

Fumbling through the heart of music
I have gone blind. I remembered Phlebas,
—ears besieged by mounds of seaweed,
open eyes drifting weightless
toward the rock tattooed with reflections,
fish like rats around his body,
and his arms and legs ravaged
by the merciful termite of the sea.

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