To create anything
you need
a deep abiding love
of the sound of man
making poetry
from air
Comprehend the drive,
the need to shape the natural world
to our design
sculpt breath and will and
sex into acoustic control
god’s gift and man’s mind
melding together into momentary reality
fixed in that instant of creativity
forever
and fleetingly
in the left brain of those present
Musicians spitting gold
coins from under their tongues like
greek kings in the maestro box
No wonder Apollo was
the Archer
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