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The minstrel of the meadow
The balance of life and death
rests on a dot in the sky
whose frivolous shivering breath
rivals the moths in its quivering
rippling hovering, high
and triumphant amongst the cumulus,
the twin-piping syrinx delivering
an opus more complex, more tremulous
and vaporous than any cantata.
The minstrel of the meadow
sees the grasshopper climbing,
sees the froghopper fal...
Saturday 20th May 2023 10:09 pm
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