Day 208: A New Song
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put the bellowed pipes away
close the organ’s lid
take the lip from woodwind tip
and keep the bow hair hid
there is a new song playing
it may not sound like much
it’s disguised and hides
in the cadence of stronger strides
and wider eyes
that are clear
from truth and crying
i will raise a glass to celebrate
but refuse to drown within
for that intoxication
is too costly
it keeps old songs playing
in repeated, noiseless din
and i’d like to dance again
or if not again,
then, at last
and ceaselessly so
as the song within
does ceaselessly flow
and i will offer every instrument
within my strange possession
to give it staff and structure
and sing without concession.
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