Sound heard plainly in speech
And worlds created by sound
All the steps we take within them
Until they or we stop thinking
This is all you meant by here
Always making another version
Of our words since they are
Happenings across anyone's
Strings the way an ocean throws
The voice hears intervals in us
As though the first time thrown
Back to where we began
In prairies, husks, echos
Free because we are composed
In prairies, husks, echos
Discontinued continuously.
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