Friday, September 3, 2010

Another Way To Put It

The cavities and currents that account for song –
sleekly subtle muscular alignments –
the spin of the bravado of vibrato all along
radiating lyrical refinements

of singing flesh: sweet physicality whose meat
depends upon frail craft, bare chance
to cultivate crescendo in the heart – entreat
the animal down deep in you to dance.


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