Sung out of Range- A Poem

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Sung Out of Range

I steal

this violin makes a sound about love or death and yet

is in a simple physicality

I steal

this hand moves over the settled body

reclined and oblivious to the violin’s physics

I steal

my love, the sounds of the world are made in the

caves of the solitary mind but heard only

in the presence of others

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    I steal

    when the violin rushes or drags its notes along

    you are a body of it curved into the melisma

    I steal

    you

    what you do not know about the science of it

    will keep the sound alive as that wet sleeve that

    cocoons

    you

    in that sharp edge of physical prosody

    stealing then that sound which wires life to it’s own

    chamber of notes playing outward as a bath of leaves

    in their variegated shades.

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