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my body’s also responding to the frequency
of the syncopation machine
its ecstatic chorale
its sincere “Yay!”
like bumping hands with a stranger and
as if by instinct
or lost desire
curling the fingertips just to remember that
you can
you shouldn’t
you can step into snow and leave the first print
and throw the soft pebble just to make rippling—
intermission, lecture,
came back from walking the dog
(not a metaphor) only to watch
a tree tumble down
two doors down
rustling down
saw biting down
its motor kept rumbling so i have to assume
the fallen tree’s twin will also come down
as all things do
every arc bends toward justice, if lucky,
isolation, if not—
what happens when you have
absolute command of silence and static
?
crescent bow stroking and swirling and scratching
scratched
who’s afraid of dissonance, not her
with her sheet music
and her bagpipe attendant
and her Fragonard hair
and her celestial sight;
that is all
that is all
that is all
there is nothing
…
yet
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Thanks for "listening." Stay tuned...!
🎶 xoxo Lio
♬゚࿐⋆。♪₊˚. ݁₊ ⊹ *:・゚. ݁