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pianos

sometimes the songs surrond my mind
but rarely
oh so rarely

once in a while though
a glimmer
from a candle
burns me

and the birds fly
and the disgusted songs of small children
and the dogs yelping at the frog complacency
and the chipmunks chatter their teeth for reason that we have known

and for sometime the things that we thought
the things that are different
the things that make the world sad
those are the pieces that hold
together
the ground

not gravity
not spinning
not love or hate
not a soul
just sadness

look around