Saturday, December 21, 2019

Meaningless Pulses in 3/4 Time^

No goddess ex machina came to my rescue
From Hollywood, Hartford or Speyer-on-Rhine.^
A black hippopotama tortured my dreams
But her visits were random,
Not set by design.^

My comrades, you shouldn't reflect on my passing;
I've come and I've gone like degradable swine.^
My signatures fade into life everlasting,
But life in the abstract --
Not yours and not mine.

Where ^ = a quarter rest

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