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Trumpet
Arc shoots to treble tongue trip
fingertip tapping valve tops
traps the sinuous sound round
the quartet's quartal vibe, tribe
of truth, sooth of soothing
tunes turned back on themselves
lost in vertical vertigo. Then
the trumpet picks them up,
passes brass baton unto
the soldered sound until now
a bric-a-brac. Attack! The spear
appears, piercing the pieces
of ear shrapnel, strings them
together like necklace for
Nubian princess, on the Nile.
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