(listen) Poem by Laurence Overmire

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there is a music in every human being
waiting to be played

a particular rhythm unique to each
but the brass and drum of

discordant time and place
drowns out in most

the possibility of pure notes
rising

the glass shattered
the heavens opening to the stars.

~ Laurence Overmire

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