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to be an artist, to appreciate,
or even have the Man of Seville
do some blood letting.
Sometimes less is more;
asceticism pays auric dividends.

A first year fast,
coffee,a little sugar,
and the mind quickens
to the violin of Paganini.

The notes resonate out
of hearing into subvisual phantasms:
magical runes, shapes, even textures
acquire quantum existence before my eyes,
leaving my body to shake as mind
dances to virtuoso string theory.

Exquisiteness infringing
on other journeys,
tapping the brakes,
driving slower
to keep the reality of one
from colliding
with another.