Warren Falcon

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Glenn Gould In Heaven Does Lament


Here the chipped ivory is only cloud.

The Instrument, too very old, is Archetype.

Strings of gold do not a music make.

A lyre presses into where once was crotch.

Crotchless music is useless here, and so am I.


No one listens.


The only passion is the Christ's

and that's all passed.

Crowds overcome take cues from

Hosts Divine urging Hosannahs

in obligations clinical:


Holy. Holy. Holy.


I miss Canada.

Cold. Precise. Canada.

Icicles there hear better what is played.

Bitter wind knots the fingers' skein.

Each note a pain, there's blood.

Let us rejoice what is in scarlet shed.

Let us praise iron.

Let oxidation within us reign.

O lead us all to right ruin.

Roll in the coagulate burden then,

the Piano Grand.

And my little chair -

Little chair. Hold me, pray.

Let there be, crouched again,

once again, play and play.

Let knees press close to chest near,

knees there do pray.

All of me is Agency become

music in fingers latency,

theirs deserve all waking praise.

Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 21, 2013
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