Incidental poetry from a novel:
“A drum with no head.
A pump with no grip.
A song with no voice.
Still it is mine.
Still it is mine”
–Anasai of Ryddingwood, an elegy for her father,
instructions to only be spoken aloud when it is right to do so.
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