I'm lost in my manic wind-drift dream-world,
Lost for all but the musical,
So lectures on implications of changes in English curricula
Last about as long as the beat in my head,
and while you can't stop it, I drop it for another,
Traveling my personal world down the path of a river
Of sound, interrupted by rocky discussions
Of departmental funding or what the stars
Or sunspots in my head reveal about dark riffs.
The music's only in my head, but life's only at the bottom of the cliff.
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