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The long wooden shaft
On the tip of the mandible bone
Slipping through an ancient chorus
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A song in a miscellany of voices,
Both eerie and soothing in the same degree,
Like a drone, a beast, the wind, a cicada and an alien
Interrupting each other with outreaching sounds
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And just like synaesthesia
Would refract kaleidoscopic colors
Into threads of melodies that impinge but still steer
Past, greeting each other, freshening every trajectory
Into a euphony; the long shaft bamboozling the ear
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Like so many stringed epiphanies,
Caressing your ear, caving in your soul
Subduing all your animal spirits
Into a meditation of bliss.
