Arrogant Musician / Amorous Guitar
From the halls of the Pleasuredome, I -- (My)
have come to perform for everybody. -- (body)
My fingers dance across the strings, -- (rings)
releasing themselves from my Midas hand, -- (and)
as if they are held by some chasm or -- (her)
astral link from my hand that nobody -- (body)
can see, yet they fly as if on dove’s wings. -- (swings).
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This is an attempt at "echo verse," in which the last sounds of each line are repeated, or
echoed, which ends up providing some outside commentary to the main body of work.
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