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Nov 2013
i speak in whispers of
New American Tragedy:
id seeking ego, beyond
means and dreams.

A spirit as big as the
Western plains, as lofty
as distant clouds gathering,
as crushed as the valleys
and fjords carved by
glaciers ancient and cruel.

Samhain is passed, now in
November we must look
to the solstice, for there
is seemingly little to
praise.  Entropy approaches,
brushing our hair
with tender fingers,

       piano

gently exhaling nothings
in earshot,

       piano
       dolce, dolce
       unghia sul ponticello

easing its canines into jugulars,

       per amore
       per amor nostro
       ci ama treppo per essere solo

laughing.
piano = soft(ly)

dolce = sweet(ly); on a classical guitar, picking the notes where the neck meets the resonance hole for a richer (sweeter) timbre.

unghia sul ponticello = nail on the bridge (literally);  a classical guitar term telling the player to pick the notes / melody near where the guitar's strings meet the body (the bridge) resulting in a thinner more hollow twang.

per amore = for love

per amor nostro = for our sake (for us)

ci ama treppo per essere solo = it loves us too much to be alone
Derek Yohn
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Derek Yohn  Florida
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