This morning I woke up, br And all the stuff br That happened yesterday br Seemed oh so far away... br br Why, good grief, can’t it stay that way? br br Sure! Go laugh with him, br And I’ll be silence over here. br I try to focus, yet I’m so abstracted. br Laissez faire, hands off—don’t blink! br br Love is like a stethoscope, by the way. br br My feelings are so hidden, remote; br Like when Leeuwenhoek br First found tiny microbes br Under the skin, unknown to eyes, br br So my heart is undetected; it's wishing you’d stay. br br 4X,10X: Parkinson’s. br Searching, scanning: Overwhelmed. br Naked eye: Flesh, blood, bones. br Your heart, my mind: ... Fusion.