A Gift

Today eager hands received

The tatters of a musician's life,

Dogeared, broken-backed,

Foxed with grief that deepens

The runically encoded beauty.

Rebirth is justice:

The dreamer's part is to hold

Joy in trust until timemoths

Have eaten away all trace of pain,

Leaving fugue, counterpoint,

And a distant oboe,

Whose wistful countenance is veiled

In forgetfulness and lace.

- David W. Mitchell

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