You see? And there, there are it was.
Yet, there are not you see.
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Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.
Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.
So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.
Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.
