Prayer

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“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

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Published by

Kamiel Choi

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

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