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a thought on music

i crossed the great western deserts to get here,
and now i am standing on the shore of some semiotic, or synodic, sea.
veiled grey horizon, fine mists rising
and separating me from the sonorous.
there’s a scattering of sandbanks, shoals, islets, atolls. and something’s hiding, behind them,
it’s not all oceanic expanse.
i think sound is emergence, it urges a certain sort of person to dip their toes into that primordial water.

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