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Cornered in a crossweave of very pianissimo
scales tumbling down terraces I learned
a lot from him I learned little things
that mean so much in music get the little
things together the way you build a house
and then the whole structure will stand up
get the patient on her feet and Presto
dancing the minimum the minutest
waltzing bee across a waft so fa so fine
handwoven llama threads all manual
cowpuncho Nilon Ship's Clothing the map
a tiny honey palm-lamp now within a fable
of the feeblest roost or nest beneath a
river of Egyptian stars one lone nut
(almond, acorn) tunneled in the rivulet
of a silky milky nebulae blanket
and sheets of big muddy scarab sound
or terraces of rainbows out of the cosmos
of her sorrow 44 stitches to the cinch
of a single googol [coined by a child]
squared off on a grid of linked unchains
twirling toward mid-April Washington
or Lafayette leftover in a Thursday rain
vale, Jo it's a map of... from a distance
shielded ink kenosi-shrouded crossroad
or galaxy of frailest grassblown wind
a quantum myrrh held in a widow-
pain a microscopic dust sirocco
gleams there dead ahead and green
kayak in a rocket in a yippie eye O kayak
pi A-grid a-wool manually-done and a.k.a.
Mplmnde. Mojómemo Lt. Col. Greenègresham
1.22.2000
6.10.2005
You want meaning, drummer-boy? Try to figure it out.
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