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You are a bird in a piano
Atonal with broken wings,
panic flight of triplets
That hammer both lacquer and bass
Lieder of a bloodied beak
and shocked, artless eyes;
All the notes you play
Are glued with flightlessness
the tone of air stolen
the sky closed and dark

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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