flamenco, Nerja
tremble and turn
shake the thing out
a cloud of chords shows how
a woman became a guitar
it took ages
shoes are pure percussion
witness the affliction
pain in the face
call and respond
olé
ala
asa
aya aya yo
the Arabs trickled away
the call to prayer is with us
still
a man becomes a castanet
it takes no time at all
winds bend to him
tremble and turn
shake the thing out
nothing exempt
it's all of life enacted
in rhythm of the moment
and sex because
that's how we're here
and every fact so simple
a cloud of chords inscribes the
night
invisible the bull to perish
mere air is thrown
perhaps the neighbours complain
you won't hear them
and hands hold the air
the voice holds
the hidden thing is with us now
the deep of dark
woman guitar
a cloud of chords set forth
so see the shuddering steps
for which the stage was built
olé
ala
asa
aya aya yo
otherworldly
or they are cicadas
this is their summer
we are all applause
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