Turn your ear to the weary one who hears
all the music in the world.
Look for rhythm as you slide and soar
shaking your head fast, faster, fast.
Spin me up.
Up in arms I’ll be senseless,
laughing, fall.
Resting in your red chair
stringed instruments
dazzling undertones
sound comes trumpeting through the walls
and down the path
on the water, flickering softly
in moon’s stride.
You and I Flinging madly
through a singing sphere
where clocks break with euphoria.
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