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|The Philosopher Savant Meditates by Rustin Larson|
Your mind goes on around you,
practicing piano in the apartment below
or standing in the cathedral of time,
meditating its stained-glass window,
its mandala of red and blue,
frankincense twisting to deletion.
Wind gushes against the blinds.
You listen not for completion
nor what’s forward, nor behind.