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Apr 2017
Keeping her in my heart and mind
so tightly bound
restricts how much I
(represented by spectral oscillation)
can fluctuate, flow, reach the natural peaks
or valleys
and then recover.

My sound is in one range frequency
ignoring the warmth of the high
and depth of the low
ignoring the bass.

My music is dosed in silence.
I must elongate my spectrum
amplify my wave pattern.

Don't hate the instrument
Remove the gum from the frets.
I am strumming something
I don't know how to get music from.

Vibrating is never wrong.
Surrationality
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