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Watching Victoria LeGrand Perform 'Elegy to the Void'

Listen: The Lyrical Lilt that lilac and lavender lend to our language, like leased luggage purposefully lost, unrolls from lifted tongue to level the valley and shallow the depths of the gorge. * * * A full closet of linens, I oftentimes find the beach in symphony; the hour arching shoreline a stable bow whose melody is fizz of the ocean. It is there, beneath a balcony of velvet celebrity, the sand receives the water, bends at the lunar altar, and acknowledges a driftwood cloud. * * * There is a weed of sadness woven through untilled soil in this garden of thorns kept far from their rose, where, still, I cannot help but to tap my feet to the hum of this ancient rhythm, anxious for movements left uncomposed, my ear tightly pressed to a frail pink shell, swelling in ghostly lullaby. 7/9/2019 Submitted for: Music Themed Poetry Anthology Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor

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