insouciant and neon
like a poema on a stalk
intermittent dialogue
the drums in a distant swathe
corrupting all but god
into the night of a fallen one
grasping the fallen
grasping, grasping, grasped
until the god arrives
with an innocent kingdom
some kingdoms
are the stuff of legend
a piano stuns with synchronised notes
fugue
bach before god
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