february twenty-fifth, twenty-sixth, and twenty-seventh times

because when I overhear languages that I do not understand it often reminds me of poetry, I have to wonder if I intentionally choose obscure and oft-illogical images and symbols in my own writing because of this kind of... innate aversion to rational thought. or thought that is rational to me, anyway. that organized ideas are not musical because they are not syncopated, or something like that--that they just ring along, clear as bells (afraid to catch their own tongues)