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Psychic Surgery There are times when one should be able to pluck off one's head like a dented or worn helmet, straight from the nape and collarbone and place it firmly down in the bed of a flowing stream of clear, clean, cold water coursing and spuming through the sour and stale compartments of the brain, dulled eardrums, bleared eyesockets, benumbed nostrils, barely open, and then set it back again on the base of the shoulders: well tamped down, of course, the laved skin and mouth, the marble of the eyes rinsed and ready for love, for prophecy. John Montague Poetry Volume CLXVII, Numbers 1-2 Contemporary Irish Poetry Special Double Issue Poetry Daily http://www.poems.com/ janet paterson - 51 now /41 dx /37 onset - almonte/ontario/canada [log in to unmask]