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(the peaceful flutter of a dove) And with a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove) To needle yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal And to clench the first inside the velvet glove To to whisper and to scream (the justifies the scream) To let each yearning finger (no, lives unless it breathes) To burn, to worship, to To pose a with a pinky on a key To flee, to fight, to To in air Nothing underneath To rap heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til there's nothing to Achieve, but To go retrieve the length of cable hidden in the To metamorphasize the twisted rope an alphabet To lay the lazy C upon the shabby floor to rest To send the end across the top and bend the C an S To curve the tail beneath the S to turn the to a B To hug the wretched root around the fibers To again to wrap again to give the coil seven loops To penetrate the yawning To tug the loose appendage To yank the knot until it's ready for the got to do To toss the braid above the ceiling beam and to affix the To bid adieu to all of you
until there's left to do but Climb the To the collar the edge To step the air