the wind sifts specks of sand; the Trojan engine veils the benign auburn hue
A grain of sand swept from a sinking bedding, joins the violent charge
Challenged by the composite wind
thrown into a force at large
the speck of sand must now take responsibility too
the rapturous roar of the phonographic cyclone
voices a note- novel and untuned-
the brass noise is refined
instantly
by the unsound wind
who coos to a public pestilence
a melody so mellow
rescind! turn back
fall into your sinking bedding
where the wind blows, that is where you will be, in the ruins of brokered collectivity.
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