A dim chorus of sweet voices in my brain
As we wait for the soloist to appear
Who after several incarnations
Sings his heart out for three seconds
Underestimating the applause
From an audience of one
Locked in here as we are
The only way is further into
The higher reaches of thought
Into the old country of the dead
Who are raising us up
We feel them before we see them
Their obvious endlessness
And ever-present hum
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