Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Violin Concerto No. 4 in D Major by Mozart

cicada

the hum (of the city)
exists

solely in
my mind, and it drones on.
it

is one note. (it comes)
from the

edges of the trees,
standing heat,

flying sound

like an echo's solar footprint
(and i hear it

come).

it beckons me,
ringing voices

in my ears

just

always out of reach (and)
hums on

into eternity...

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