i feel that old dusty guitar
its flattened wooden emotion
as stale as the air that surrounds it
its wound strings just buzz and jag
i wonder how to achieve
the incubation of a warm oven
or a life deep inside an organ
or a harpsichord
how to achieve
the state of a solved rubix cube
bursting out of conciousness and
eclipsing elemental edges
all diamond bones and
golden heart kings
seem not to have any more
secrets left for me
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