big town blues (i)
small empire of life

i hear a trombone
it directs

it’s not the pitch & air
though they’re apt
it’s the sonority

& it’s not a perfect example
there’s a rough discordance
bought out by the rush

but when the instrument’s played
it swarms me
to my small empire of life

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