The
saxophone and the stringest
They were
birthed together
Wrestling in
the womb
At first
they couldn’t hear each other
Then I
arrived
Introduced
them
Noise it was
all noise
The blowing
Noise
Pluck pluck
chunk chunk
Noise
Silence
noise too
Noise all
over
Noise is a
beautiful word
Said the
saxophone
It was the
voice that taught them
Hush up
Listen to
each other.
-- The
Vulture
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