Cloud music lifts
A bit.
Somehow
– Like a lost arctic owl
Encircling the cold
Of an urban ice rink –
I skate around
Bars of bass
My wings too heavy
To reach the last octave,
Staves of space
My best bet.
It’s a piece
Of a piece
Composed in tune
To a line.
To a line
Of time.
To a line
Of expanding time
Gliding into space.
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