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Words do not always look right.
Their noises rattle on the page.
Perhaps it's fate I listen as I write,
For joy's horn, happiness' flute,
Delight's guitar, love's drum
Clarity's harp, passion's violin,
Ecstasy's cymbals and  
Detachment's chime provide 
A sound concession growing 
From this poet's piano of 
Black ink and white page.

©  CUPIDEROS, June 10, 2007

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