The instrument is priceless.
You can't believe it happened.
The restoration flawless.
The voice is almost human.
The sound is almost painful.
The voice is almost human.
I close my eyes to hear it.
The restoration flawless.
The beauty is inhuman.
The terrifying journey.
O strange new final music.
The strange new place I've gone to.
The blinding light is music.
The starless warm night blinding.
The odor of a musk rose
Presents itself as secrets.
Paralysis can't stop them.
The afterburners kick in.
The visitors can't stop them.
I dreamed that I was sleeping.
Physiatry can't say it.
I can't believe it happened.
A handshake is the human
Condition of bereavement.
A thixotropic sol is
A shaken-up false body.
I know another meaning.
A life was last seen living.
A life was last seen leaving.
The summit of Mount Sinai,
the top of their new tower,
The stark New North Pavilion,
Looks out on New York City,
The miles of aspiration,
The lonely devastation.
I listen to the music
Nine years before 2000
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