A Hand Begins To Talk
A hand begins to talk
a composer's hand
searching for the tit
up a narrow staircase of music full of go
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This soft piece of a wet-nurse
hangs heavily nutritious down in the morning darkness
all faithful fans drawn towards it with force
this yellow sorcery milk of music
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Blow horn long morning
a long horn's morning wind
easy tones of air for wings to beat
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I put on my own music / I dress well in music of mine
my brow is a warming loudspeaker for the music to well out of
a freindly touching bass
poem by Mikael Ejdemyr
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