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The violins joining the trumpet in Il Silenzio
draw long, incandescent lines of shimmering
notes like bubbly white lace around the wrists
and necks of old-fashioned Victorians, I taste
sweet delight in my mouth while my soul vibrates
in alignment with this unearthly music switching
on magic lanterns in the wasteland of my mind…
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