No Confusion

the hands 
are the instrument,

are the guitar,
as the lungs and lips

are the horn, as the heart
is the drum and

the teeth are the keys and
the core equivalent is

the dark bass.
as is the gut the woodwind,

as is the voice
a wingless angel, seeking.

how is this confusion?
how is this not the greatest clarity.  

how true is the nature of music
that it cannot be better said than this

except as music.
except as itself alone.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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