UNSOUNDED UK
Air as lost time
Voice of a cloud, of a ghost crowned with nimbus
Smack-thin, it lingers forty
years
I thought it came from the jeweled world we’d seen
Everything stuffed, urgent, glittering alive
But it was just pleasure, blank and sure
Now what is there to sing
From speakers, the tune folds and fades in waves
Earphones drive it through your head
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