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time falls
POEM & PAINTING
an intermezzo
by Joyce W.
time falls. it is cold and empty, but the chill does not seep into my marrow, my bones protecting. it cannot, lest each and every degree might
play each note with building intention, precisely, taking ceaseless care to perform each note perfectly, thoughtfully, euphoniously
perfect pitch perfect cadence keeping perfect time
consider the aesthetics, utilize orthokeratology, balance utterances
the moon a familiar familiar
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