By the valley wall a
jealous old man built
a box with a circular
hole and waited for
the young boys voice
to reverberate across
the ravine and when
it rebounded he held
aloft his snare which
trapped the sound in
a chamber and then
he closed off the ope
with six wire strings.
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In this dream I found
an old guitar that had
been abandoned in the
ruins of a circa 18th
century Irish mansion.
               O
I have since bought
myself one and in the
process of liberating
what is no doubt an
aspect of my own
desire for expression.
               (((