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[invadent]

If I could sing gently into the night I would
Knot china into a bowl and sing
To her children. I would hold
Singing. I sing often. Children
Enjoy the way pain has manifested into tonal meaning.
It aches in melodic empathy. Only Children
Like my singing and H and maybe some others.
Yes, I sing alright and I educate
Decently. So that when I visit in the fall
I will not descend too briskly. I will sing
Tonal Red Glare, the blinding
Sooth(e).