It suddenly occurred to meI’m feeling a clichéWhat else can possibly explainPerceiving things this way? My arms are arms, and end in handsNot wings of gossamerI walk on ground and do not floatLike lepidoptera My heart, it beatsI hear it thumpBut seems to me it singsSurely that’s a neighbor’s musicCarried on the wind? The tingles on my bodyCould the cause be thatI’ve wandered now distractedly Into a swarm of gnats? A grin...