a voice clothed in plaid
imposes center stage with
drunk intensity
a voice from ages past
to make me believe in
reincarnation
an old soul standing tall
spinning stories of
love
-----betrayal
----------violence
----------------despair
from centuries before
unkempt beard turns toward
mirror image
who sits dazzling keyboards
with shining eyes reflecting
gatherings in parlours gathered
around to sing and play
these boys with such serious
souls
re-enacting fracturing
manufacturing the slow
3/4 time of the muses
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