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Contents

So I take my hand,

Book One

If there’s one thing

You were aware

When they presented you

I feel it all the time

I memorized the

The melodies amounted

I was always one for

I came to an embankment

I decided to call Tim

My idea is a recital

I prepared for the recital

I waited until

Later, when I spoke

I was lost due to

I felt no air

I peered down at

The wind had two layers,

The second time

I should’ve

You couldn’t sleep,

You had taken T

Book Two

We have a problem here, Tim said tossing his coat

That beautiful melody? It is already within us

I raised my hand, but he didn’t call on me

It was a relief to hear it said, I had always worried about that

To be absorbed, which is what I want—to be absorbed into the world

Tonight, the piano will project me into a dream

I won’t say Bach or Schoenberg; I’ll say that I am my favorite composer

How am I supposed to go about loving someone

Book Three

As I walk through the door to the lab, I am continuously repositioned before the threshold.

I hear one of my colleagues say my name in recognition.

I was about to put a check mark next to the name on my list of the patient who I just met with.

The vials

T could have side effects the parent company imagined, effects that were

I remember pointing to the graphs with my red laser, directing attention from one part of the graph to another by moving the red dot of the laser from one area to another,

We didn’t know exactly what we were looking for, we didn’t know how the abnormality would present itself, in what sector, in what form, on what day—

At one time,

One man admitted that T made him feel.

I remember cleaning out my desk, rearranging my things

Time has oxidized to a dull green. Those given a placebo have

Book Four

Lying awake

You can’t resolve any issue

We need the mind to know

Because the body is an

He was in the process

Having recalled

I was making headway

Tim was taking T

I didn’t know that

Though you must linger

I’m not there yet, nor

What was disappointing

You have to choose

If I chose the Bösendorfer,

Perhaps we were led

In Beethoven’s time,

I couldn’t dawdle.

We have a greater capacity

Acknowledgments

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