Your reading is perfect
poise and counterpoise, a
strong-footed amble over
uneaven meadows like
floating on breeze.
In fact I cannot quite believe
that you were reading me, more like
you read us, and burned nerves to lyres,
golden strung to strum and turned a text
into a parabellum
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