It is funny to remember our lyricism
and tiresome to forget which of
our instruments caved the swolen
crescendo. Counting the bars was
easy when we began the fugue, but
now, I only see black helium balloons
leaving with their dignity and a
broken score.
.
Tonight, no matter how I try,
I cannot tap a melody.
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