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Epitome of the works I bequeath to you - III: 10/28/13 Week 3 (from the Daily Paul weekly poem thread).

This brief account I confess freely,
that has ever haunted…a piano in an early dream:

green incandescence shone the inner-workings,
with nuances in the sheen of the strings,
and the hammers waves of trebuchet
swung with immensities upon them…
to deafening resonance,
flittering with undertows of tri-tone
and dissonant chords that level
the soul in surrender…

with it my fingers ethereal play.

From the woodwork: lament,
and the ambiance of lament: heavenly.

I am small again,
As is God.

Peace and Love always.