| Echelons of notes ascending up the depths of my soul
reverberating against the sternum of my spirit quivering to be set free, begging for their freedom like the dogs of wilder agrarian states, with what hankering they pursue their vittles as if there were nothing else worth coveting in the world, but I, understanding their desires, am overly willing to set them free, as I, too, know what it is like, to have coveting for only one thing in this world. |