What we have in mind conveyed
For ourselves collectively thinking
Up to this point in the recording
We’ve memorized the music so
All that matters is how it’s played
Whether by mouth or hand
Serving the purposes of a certain note
Long awaited long pursued
Lest when it rushes through you
When it grabs you by the throat
Having come to the final pause
The flutes wavering in the background
You fail to lift your arms into the air
And let them float
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