Anderson Archfield Poems

Singular organism, doing our bit
A circular band, a perfect fit
You give yours, I give mine
We exchange and get along fine
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If all that separate me and you are elongated fingers
and all those events of my world for a little longer linger

Same control of my action, more control of other's reaction
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What is the elixir which fuels our souls to leap from the peak of D to be caught by the tail of a G
The winds of our genes and composition of our speech,23 components each
Through the mouth piece, down the woodwind then to the brass, and in between them, the percussion with strings played fast
Whilst our minds cry in pain the forest does the same the stag bows its horns, fish swim on
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Despite what you may think
Those nice people, kind people, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly people
Are likely to leave you first
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