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[Lykren]

Here, the hardwiring
is a road to nature’s
first thoughts; I kept
hearing and hearing
them again, until abstraction
loved me.

Cloudy music runs through
these imperative walls
like a shock lifted
from the heart. You

tilt your head, I run loose, singing.
A shower of noise and
the grass is blue as life
gone through with alone,
we are together.

Quicker than you can move,
a cut blossoms across the sky.
Glutted and gold and mostly
separate, the moon airbrushes in
a room full of what is needed.

The distance between sound
and meaning touches the new.
Glossy as hell, pictures do
eschew reality.