A song of whispers
Crawls
Upon
Timeworn railroad arteries
From the paper speakers
Of the shelf radio
In the corner of the studio
Effluvium
In the early morning hours
Not from waking up
But instead
From staying awake
Painting
Multifarious stimuli
A fresh eye
Acoustic imaging
The soulful chorus
Of females
Cooing doo wop
Spells
Behind a slow
Deep register
Male
Crooning of lost love
Dilaudid sultry
Shifting into idle gear
Voluble and articulate
Hypnotic induction
Such as a light
In a revolving mirror
Glinting
Unlocking inner doors
There is no transference
Between my joints
Pressure points immobile
Gravity surfaced
As I watch the oil paint
Dry
On canvas
And hear the
Phenomena
Of ghosts
Singing
Arias
Vestige
Desiderata
I did not even know
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