a modified verse found amid my papers

Bury me in strata of sound

Under waves of tone and timber

My drumless ears will sense no tempo

No rhythm to the hues

That decompose into fecund soil

In which my hollow stalk might summon strength

and will to sink my deaf and blinded roots

Deep toward the chordal core

And modulate its color clad voice

Through to the key of see.

©2016 Stuart Dummit

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