why are all the greatest songs in three
four time the lilt and the sway crescendos
building inescapably climaxes triumphing
at the top of a hill filled with shadows
and roads leading to strange, colourful
villages where everyone speaks German and
is drinking white wine out of plastic
tumblers or ceramic cups with quotes from
Goethe and Schiller written on the sides
and the children are dancing in a circle in
the town square except if you slow down and
then you are in outer space floating and
there are a million tiny stars and you turn
and see the bluegreen earth shimmering in
the sun’s light unaware of it’s own
waltz-like beauty
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