the merchant of the flute
had long forgotten days
when his senses were captured in
the thunderstorm
created by softly
blowing through the
sweet spot of the reed
and if you could see his face
matted by long forgotten days
he spouted that he would glow
and hurt your eyes
for the electricity you see
is created by the warm moist air
issuing beyond your being
back to caress your face and you
take this electricity in and
glow from the light of
collected souls so
you see if you have inhuman eyes
the very resonance of the
being with matted hair
beyond your dreams beyond
the soft sweet archaic melody
drawn from the depths of souls
collected by walking
in those long forgotten days
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