Keyboard sonatas don’t have to
Reflect knowledge of the news.
Oboes can sound pitiful
And drones can sound ominous
Without any reference
To the issues of the hour.
Words are stuck with being dirt,
Unless you light us on fire
With the meanings you bring,
And we don’t want to know them.
We don’t want to mean, don’t
Want to want. Words want to be.
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