Hello

interval from felt
to string a struck
ear's the soul's seat
set ringing —easy

now song has a few rights can break
a law if it likes if our ear veers hymnward
it won't wear no ribbon to match its voice

—intellect is never
a whole soul
finds things there

—must a song always
be a song

some
in this book can't be sung

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