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Song Beneath the Wings

That sunny afternoon--minds collecting
Our bodies scaled the mountainslope

The Organs breathed a song so deep
The hawk climbed high to hear it

And I perching on
A boulder
Bald and flightless

Remained a stone
To dwell in that great ocean

Time--so it goes
Has it's way of passing

Another layer upon two more
Eroded down the mountain

That balmy evening--far after noon
The world spun
I slammed it down

Like water running a downward slope
Leaking from the rooftop

I laughed beneath the river-storm

Bald and flightless

I awoke in breaking dawn
Cast grey stones into the sea
The music breathed so heavily
I now know it was meant for me

I climbed to hear it.

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