DADA SINGING

 

It isn’t the word of you that makes my soul sing

it is about the right of all to see you

fleshly before the dancing begins

there isn’t wah and there isn’t way

but here is work on the rights

of philosophy to hold the wept

tear from my eye as I hold the fastener

to your comic timing unleashed.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

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