Stretched out from head to toe-tips
Three violin notes creep up
Like forsaken dreams of the previous age.
At the end of a song
Begins a path
Tattered leaves,dried bones
Galactical planes...
At the end of a song's naked body
Lies an error
Kaleidoscopic
Of broken violins and tattered kites
And tides.
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