imagine then that space outside 
where somehow fused thoughts 
in perfect clarity form 
it must be there 
we know without reason 
the greatest peace true sanctity 

it can never be evident 
possessing fragrance 
luminous 
having sounds 

but it is locked somewhere 
between taste and feeling 
smug in what it knows 
how it must delight 
with all the choices 

- Bob Cain
11/2/99 
 

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