A periphery of thought performs
the rectilinear barricade,
fantastic fence, bizarre and beveled incongruity.
Within the stricture, music moves in mellow monody,
soars and falls in dulcet polyphonic harmony.
The unutterable phrase, the phrase
we fought so bitterly within
has flown out, and grown
into this music, and we,
the snare of song,
the filigree of notes, will be
a sonorous simplicity of sound,
the cantabile composed
from days and nights of mordant prose.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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