“Wild Classic” – Poster for Berlin Philharmonics

My Savior is the Absurd

That changes faster
Than my prejudice

I hold my heads up
To brush the world’s light
With my eyelashes

My Savior knows
What it means to be finite
Everything becomes high

A trumpet grows out of my nose,
Or a clarinet
A tuba perhaps
You really can’t tell

Other extremities follow suit
A cello emerges from my thighs
Ears turn quickly into violins

My belly is a grand piano
Perhaps I have flutes for arms
And bottocks that are drums

Your silence is the music
My instruments don’t play

Prayer was originally published on Meandering home

Published by

Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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