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I Heard a Song Today

I heard a song today That bird song so sweetly But whatever did it say It seems to use an ancient tongue From a far antiquity A civilization from a prison sprung A long forgotten melody I heard a song today A score sheet of my pain My identity in a jar of clay My history in an unknown refrain What bird is this From where now does it come What ancient shore today Post bail and give it freedom I heard a song today Words from a better dictionary And yet still strange, strange, I say This phantom archeology This flower of a voice Amidst the scrunching city's noise Fades on a cold anxiety But the bird won't go away

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Date: 11/20/2010 8:01:00 PM
I feel this way sometimes, Shango. It is like I speak a voice that can never know me, and so little too know of it. History is a burden we bear in a similar way. We are the last of the academic poets (though I know you once rejected labels).
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