Have you ever been out of time?

Have you heard the halt, jerk, twitch

Of music shattered in the mind?

The way the tune turns round on itself

With a hesitant step, stepping staggered

And guilting its way up the scales.

But the mind loops it through the tapes again

And jerks the lines onto the tracks

And something pangs, a sinful twinge,

At the truth of the tune forever lost.

The End

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