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A giant face with piano
keys as teeth, playing songs
on floors, high up, staircases
bringing them together, golden
leaves and ivy wrapped around the railings.
There is color in the keys,
one and another and notes floating up
to a ceiling, cosmic rooftop. Tongues
of salt, norse stars, opera
made of stone. He is closer and
then faraway, melting and then
a puddle, music and then
melody, coming from noise, cold
in the winter, snow on the glass.