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Is This Confusion, Nothing More?

Anonymous One,
what is this? For 2 months or so –
a serene flow of poetry
within, without, all poetry.
A sure footing I seemed
to have within the crystal stream.
Yet a veil seemed
to have descended, the stream seemed
to have disappeared. What is this?
Some sudden chaos,
eruption of energies,
some surging storm
imageless, without form –
is this confusion, nothing more?
Am I feeling the trace
of a star being born –
which 2000 light years away
do not comprehend?
Am I feeling what my friend
in London, England is going through,
or what my beloved in Korea,
the one I can’t have, is going through?
Or am I feeling some cloth, some tapestry,
the meeting of different threads,
the feelings of those ill
and dying in different hospitals?
Am I feeling faint traces
of what pigs, cows may feel
just before the slaughter?
Or faint traces of what one may feel
who’s desperately in need of water?
Are there other threads? Feelings
of one, a scientist or artist,
on the verge of some discovery,
who’s much smarter, more talented,
more fortunate than me?

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