I met a girl in the corridor

she walked tall with limbs long

chestnut hair stroked her perspired fore

while through the air called softly a song.

 

each note formed round a lightening tone

her eyes stretched to see beyond me as she spoke

between her and the distance sentences had grown

into a lily scent with perfumed oils awoke.

 

she tripped with pleasure perfect poetry

caught as a gift straight from the gods

prophesied a miracle coherently

then settled for a moment to hear her sound begot.

 

She sat in a waiting room until they called her number

'how are you?' the Dr said.

"as radiant as the sun settles with its clouds around the dawn unemcumbered.'

'Oh good then?' I asked dryly and sarcasm shook its ugly head.

 

I walked away and worried with my own particular neurosis

and wondered which Id rather be

Speechless in sickness,

But quiet

As another corridor approached us.