Tangible Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Tangible



in a poke-it-with-your-finger sort of way.....
.... a vestibule punctuated with familiarly random pinholes....

there are those.....

a battery of resonances......

harmonics beckon, fade.....play as a joyous poultice......
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travellin' music....

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