Flautist, be wary
Violinist take care
Who into Time would blow holes;
And who of Space would tear!
By one trick of sound
In midst of harmless notes
He is dispatched to all parts
Of lovingness who floats.
Impressions ran with
Off into figments fly.
Gods are tour guides, when is paved
With melodies the sky.
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