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Musings of a young conductor

Musings of a young conductor. Saturday, March 16, 2013. This ordinary artist poem. In the stillness before dawn. At the bus stop. He sings to the morning,. Drifting across the blue quiet. His words meander between violence. This rhythmic invocation of. Mah money and mah clothes,. Accompanied by the rustle of a plastic bag. In his strange melodic cries. That live in a transient space. He fearlessly sings to his own, private scale. Shuffling between speech and hymn. He chants, he raps -. Your decision .

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Musings of a young conductor. Saturday, March 16, 2013. This ordinary artist poem. In the stillness before dawn. At the bus stop. He sings to the morning,. Drifting across the blue quiet. His words meander between violence. This rhythmic invocation of. Mah money and mah clothes,. Accompanied by the rustle of a plastic bag. In his strange melodic cries. That live in a transient space. He fearlessly sings to his own, private scale. Shuffling between speech and hymn. He chants, he raps -. Your decision .

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