Monday, April 22, 2019

UNRUNG BELL

Oh tacit metal
oh infinite odds
oh fire without color, brightness, or smell

oh shapely goddess
of fictive music; I hope you never tell
us a hint of the riddle.

Disregard this; and dispel
all that trembles—
if you are listening, don't even nod.

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