<I>for Robert Chamberlin</I> <br /> <br />Rocking silently <br />In a dark anechoic cell, <br />orphaned to my senses, <br />my plumbing plays<I> continuo</I> <br />to my neurons' treble air. <br /> <br />Seigneur, please- <br />don’t suck the air away <br />or deny to me my plate. <br />Some dabs of water please <br />for my arid tongue <br />lest dessicated tubes <br />and muted synapses <br />score my pounding drum <br />to everlasting silence. <br /> <br /><I>November, 2007</I> <br /> <br /><I>John Cage reported hearing two pitches in an anechoic chamber at Harvard <br />University and was told that the high pitch was his 'nervous system' <br />and the low pitch was his 'blood in circulation.'</I><br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chamber-music-2/
