by Suzán Jiván
Traditional timbres
with eerie harmonics
ringing out as neo-
romantic mezzo sopranos
gorgeously exhausting
excluding encores
after rollicking with cool shards
of dissonant suavity
paradoxically yanking
at blood-splattered
blankets on badly
battered bedsteads
rattling in livid yellowy light
being jerked back to life
by begrimed outliers
over all of time...
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