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“There is that in me – I do not know what it is but I know it is in me. Wretch’d and sweaty – calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep – I sleep long. I do not know it – it is without name – it is a word unsaid, it is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death – it is form, union, plan – it is eternal life – it is Happiness.” Walt Whitman
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in screw-tight slumber—
a rigid frame cradles
a golden songbird, haunting, beholden.
Notes arc out in curving grace,
bending toward a wrench’s face,
which hums along—a softened clang,
a metal harmony that rang.
Beside it, vintage poise
a needle box, so still, so coy—
balanced on a breath of brass,
teetering as moments pass.
Below, a tube of silence gleams
holding echoes from vanished dreams
All enclosed in a wooden shell,
where time and tone in stillness dwell.