Paying Attention (with Dave and Sue) Benjamin O'Brien; bbbbenny_andthe_jetssss; mage; Journey Log 1; Section 037
Each note follows the next
as if carefully thought out.
I sit. I listen. Deeply perplexed,
as in my mind there exists and inspiration drought.
White key, black key, black key, white key
No music to follow, a song no one could know.
Yet, nonetheless, each finger knows exactly at which key it would like to be,
precisely how long each note should bellow
I have tried this before,
which is why I sit in wonder.
My fingers know not which notes to score,
nor which keys to strike, how long to hold. I blunder,
occasionally strike the narrow space between keys, a sound of horror.
Though one day I sit. I focus.
The notes come to me like a swarm of locusts.
I have done it! I have created a song!
Now I struggle to find words with which to sing along.
A battle for another day, I suppose.
Hardly much more than meaningful prose.
An addition that takes away
The opposite of what lies ahead
Two letters exactly the same
though unifyingly different
Twice reflected over an external axis
This seemingly unrelated conjunction
between form and function
Uncanny irony unknown by many
Who has such unnecessary thoughts
about something so unimportant
as two unconnected letters anyway?
Maybe more people should act less unaware
because those who focus on the un
can begin to figure out how to use it
separate themselves from the unthoughtful
the unproductive, the unhelpful, the unpleasant
They can stop being unhappy
stop feeling unsuited
Embrace all that is unusual, unnatural
This, undeniably, is what is necessary
to unplug, unwind, and enjoy
this unconceivable world.