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listening
to 'drumming'
first
hammering will be between things
but
then the sound is round the hole
drill
down
fold
back
redouble
reel
and
fall
there
was the chattering before
one
more beat falls into the river
and
one more
as
off the tongue tripping
scribble
with
a firm paw
and
the beat falls out too
dry
in the islands
this
will bring clouds on
music
is out of the simplest things
you
have to listen for
the
jungle factory
sky
chimes
and
the dark around comes flowering
there's
no bird flies through this
it
was always more than meaning
ballet
of sticks too
hand
dance
and
the tribe sways to
but
you won't see what's happening here
relative
periodicity
it's
by this means
seed
takes up with air
and
climbs into its truth
one
imagines sex like this
on
some faroff world
ghosts
gather an outskirts
past
listening
come
to obey
over
gravel tracks deep into
the
moment note
and
single stroke
harmonics
so
the rain again
the
roof to heart
when
the singing comes
it
is already a metaphor for voice
and
breathless then slips
falls
through chaos
to
call a next home
it's
all in the miscroscope you know
doze
to it
be
dream and drift
they
are chemists
working
the bench
with
flask and bunsen
compounding
tint and hue
catching
fire their socks
sometimes
peering over the sill
even
see the lip of timber
all
in air
juggle
future far
with
primitive beginning
the
insect aspects
slow
to a twitch
nor
to any end
this
machine
a
breath wings adorn in all sizes
a
dog whistles home
there
is nothing
so
trite as a tune
and
as to the healing
all
at once see
how
I'm the magician
simply
to sit
as
they attend
my
ear
by
simple means of a pencil
I
have broken in
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