on the occasion of my wife's 40th birthday
wrest the dandelion from a pinch of tail
and the evening is off into lean places…
[E & M celebrate the time understanding]
…wondering is expectable and incessant
and the syllable is mother to all things You
(9…8…7…)
center what compels You twist the filament
and color the precedence a decade's smacking
(6…5…4…)
You must adopt the bright as your manifesto
surrender absence and the tuneless teething
blow into trumpets of grace into echoes
give the silence back its elemental plunder
and sing craters into the tracks of an armchair
as the aging face is strings scraped or an eye…
(3…2…1…)
[E & M go forward and are eloquent]
…where scarves cover the throats of rabbits and rodents
You will find everything I know about music
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