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Sound Gifts

I feel the wave
through my clothes
in my lungs
the stalks behind the reed

and I shudder
with the seas and the grass
the inaccessible swamp

Patches of gull and we
voices of the song
of the earth, breath of her tide
echo of her singing

we harbours with locks
osmotic enclaves
personating skin

Pumping sound
gifts in and out
we are music
I am music
Thursday, April 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: music
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Person: from personare = resound, sound through; Collection 'WoofWoof'
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