Composition
(on the day when facts will have no implicit meaning and music is no more mere vibrations)
vain thoughts
tumble about
neural affinities
charge opposite
forth and back
cortically swum
whispered with each-
the -other
mumbled mysteries
free radicals proclaimed
memories fecund forlorn
within gamuts of wheels
where time is lost
& space unfound
yoked in infinity
on packaged pages
of bound curation
published
recited
cited
sung
begun
in
vain
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