Humility is
seeing yourself as you really are. Meditation,
I once read,
has sometimes
lead to breakdown.
Its side
effects are not
noted on the box where
I locate my meditation, pull it out and sit inside it, like a
demented rat in a federally funded experiment.
The leaker wrote an
anti-Trump tweet, which proves everything. Beyond the fake news, he
screams, we can hear
the TRUTH;
while there's no mirror in my meditation box, there are his
tweets to navigate. Perhaps
he sees himself as he really is, though not in his humility but in
ours. I peer into his mirror
to see how small I can become. Note how, in the bass line, McCartney
actually plays in a different key, how this destabilizes the song.
Perpetual modulation is like anxiety, though it's disciplined by the
music box. The leaker's name
is Reality, so I more than suspect we're all pilgrims at this point.
Take the road least bombed, and open your arms to the child in Mosul
who'd huddled beside her mother's corpse. There's more there than
meets your mirror's eye.
--6
June 2017
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