peace
the experience
inspiration is realized
from the staff arises a complex
a neurosis is rendered of the process
a song black with urge is spun ravenous
the listening apart from the twitch constitutes a hazard
any embryonic melody is ill-expressed in an atonal language
beyond the anguish of the instrument is found only an absurd anechoic chasm
(my
education
is
too
lean
and
frail
to
support
this
teetering
strain)
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