The Before Song — Vol. 26.1 (2015)

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here The flute hasn’t changed in all this time.
The earliest ones, the hole-bored antelope bone
and the one from a bird’s bone, that we’ve found

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as the one the busker plays on the corner
of Olive and 17th today, and also the dark

click here is the same, is unchanged, is the same
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in the corner mystery… although, as with the flute,

http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=buy-cheap-propecia there may be small telltale signs that stamp it
contemporary… the way our skull contains
its 21st-century tangle, and still has kept

levitra prices its covenant from millennia back.
And so, I suspect, with the heart. It’s autumn dusk
now, and the busker packs the tool of his trade

comprare viagra generico 200 mg a Parma away in the velveteen-lined case, and heads home
through the park. It’s empty. Under a tree
he sits down and — he couldn’t say why —

where buy accutane canda unpacks the flute again. Before he was playing
for rent money. Now… do you remember
all of those poems from the 1970s

go when Janis Joplin died? Do you remember
Beethoven’s funeral crowds, I think I saw you
singing a note at Babylon’s fall, I think it was buried

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in the earbuds of this city… . He plays
his flute, he plays his heart into his flute,

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the sky — which is to say, the dark,
the music before there were instruments.

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