Pressed hard against the wooden body,
& my right forefinger tugs and pulls-
Prompting vibration
Resonating into the airwaves
Swirling away with it; my reasoning
& echoing into the corners of my core-
As if the muscles on shoulders unloosen themselves from skin
Relieved from gravity
As if the muscles on shoulders unloosen themselves from skin
Relieved from gravity
The metaphysical me escapes into the breeze
Ever so carelessly
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