Things Possessing Edge
The brushstrokes of Van Gogh suns.
A blues riff zagging like a crack through ice.
Bread in a poem of Cesar Vallejo.
The inventions of Bach, his arabesques holding our breath, dissonances shamelessly exploited for momentary bliss, melodies set against themselves to play out their domestic drama in the alcoves of our ears.
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