when i got "Autobiography of a Yogi"
from the public library
and matched the photos
against the Sgt Pepper's collage
before reading it cover to cover
and for the next decade it seemed
every guy my age had the ambition
of achieving enlightenment
collecting mystical signs
('grace addicts' per Mark Vonnegut)
so i scored points
reporting hearing
one time
every frequency at once echoing om
like a Moody Blues effect
and decades later
picking up the phone
one time
it was like i could hear
every conversation simultaneously in 3D space
babbling
but now it's gone sequential
every damn sound on the planet
posted to delicious
and aggregated into winamp playlists
by webjay
