When the buzzing in the back of my head whirs
And my ears feel a little warmer than usual
As if only my ears were in a warm shower
And only the back of my head were touching a running refrigerator
I feel as though I'm surrounded by understanding
Sometimes understanding is explicit: as when I'm feeling reflected upon
Other times it is implied
As when I am surrounded by crows or geese
Or in a crowd listening to jazz musicians vibrating
It's a magic of a sort, as it cannot be science
Unmakeable through means copyable across contexts
Understanding is not experimentally valid, for this reason
And so I must seek it without principles and without conceptions
As a goldfish, hungry for a resonance that is forgotten a second after its vibration
A dreamer during the day without the staying power of memory
Slipping into sleep that does not reveal itself to be lucid
For I am not driving on this road, I'm being driven by the road
And I did not choose it, it does not understand me, yet we understand each other
Roman Ryan 