I type the keys, each letter rings
As piano notes all in ebony,
And I sing
I sing along.
I’ve walked the stanzas, stalked
Definitions until I balked
And revised
And refused.
This weeping language, seeping
Into all, still keeping me
Enthralled
And grounded.
My dead playmates, but I read
All the things they said
While they lived,
And I agreed.
I agreed.
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