The pinch of the fingers on the strings taut
echoes through the night
that sighs between agreements
a new song.
the streets Soul
hovering uneasily between whirlwinds
like a river along the Infinite.
A leap across the border
like a wave of wind carried
by the flames of a fireplace.
No Horizons outline
the boundary between blood and Matter,
vortices suffused electricity
vibrate in the hands of passion.
the arms of Player ,
that caresses the curves of his guitar
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