Food for Thought-The Minor, Middle C

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I’m a seventy-eight,
In a thirty-three world,
placed on
permanent shuffle,
waiting to come,
round,
round again,
so you can hear,
and I can play,
the A,
walking west,
towards the unbound E flat,
lingering above,
Unfinished and undone,
the middle, minor C,
where I’ll land,
my discordant love.

–Richard Bryant

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