in music as in former countries I feel
a blessedness he said even in Heaven
my shoes fall apart my heart dwindles
and then flames out on a strand of
mere sound. mere sound was everything.
I was tuned to it; I never spurned the golden
measure fought for over countless nights.
oh, all my angels take flight and bring me back
my own!
the air through the windows seems like a song to
you that can never end
I turned the page
and I was gone
mary angela douglas 10 august 2014
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