Long Player Poem by Paul Wilson

; gramophone of
lifesgreatsound, siloed safely
underground, I hear you faintly as you
turn around, fastened loosely
to my brain, by an impulse
wave ripcord, to pull it we
can ill afford, switching up and
back again, looping long and
slurring slow, watch it open
as you grow, treasure it and
let it flow...

; in lasting life
in living bone let us identify
our throne in coursing blood
in pulsing brain let us establish
our domain in babbling brook
in flaring flowers let us accomplish
our desires in purest air
erase the past and
annihilated hang it there...