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There’s a song that I sing,
it escapes me
without thought,
no lyric but lilt.

Leaves me winded
and dizzy, though I manage
the pace of the line.

I breathe on the beat
where my grace notes should be
to precipitate delicate action.

In lush exhalation
I hum in the shift
of two tones.

© Chagall, 2013