When pumping music/
into restrooms, play loud jazz /
with lots of deep brass.
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Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.
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Flatulating deep/
within a train tunnel sounds/
like a tuba note.
OR
Flatulating in/
a train tunnel sounds like a/
long, deep tuba note.
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Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet
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