Men Live in a Maze of Muddles
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You summon the light that rests on the brow,
not reaching the mouth or the heart of man.
~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí” (Oda a Salvador Dalí)
Please don’t speak felt. Men never make pretense
That there is difference in between the brain
And heart when heart is metaphor. No sense
Can come from this. At very least a stain
From feeling must spill out in mind and smear
The ganglia behind the brow, tangled
As grabbing at each other. More a blear
Than separation blends that truth. Mangled
Each one boggles. When the mouth involves
