The bass adds his line
To an alto kind of day
A choir forms in the lower ranks
Shredded I feel invited to corners of time where water will not steal the ink from my pedigree
Just send the bits of paper pulsing like lost jellyfish in so much bits of self
Echo for me the lost years in this hall

Blending through the shoulders hunches and absorbed
Faces searched and abandoned
Shuffle my hat deeper into my head lower with shrug frozen to my neck
I walk away


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