Epistemology 1

You cannot say you don't hear the music:
What would you say? That you are in a dream,
That the sounds mixed into your mind
Like a cream with coffee float
In a perceptual haze? Still the cream
Tempers Brazillian storms,
Still it yokes them into more provincial
Harmonies, whose deep and unteachable
Nature (you will nonetheless
Admit) blazes through your veins,
And blazes through your mind on veins
Of coffee.