Straining his voice, not able to sing on pitch, for his
voice can only falter on the flat side of tones coming
from melodies that cannot be measured at all.
He cannot hear and adjust his voice accordingly, yet time
and again, he takes hold of the microphone to sing into
the night, the only way he can, the only tone and pitch
he knows and can reach.
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