crowned in nothingness
dry and dead
as dry dead blood
escapes
into Ligeti's concerto
for violin & orchestra
slips out
unnoticed
between skins
of death and breath
like cold air rising
from an empty stair
she floats translucent
as ricepaper, dissolving
into trembling ocarinas
without place
she embraces all places
her voices creep toward the sea
and the wave will take them
space folds
into four angles
into four sides
into scordatura strings
the rite
of the opening
of the mouth
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