The piper held the stages
With his pipe for ages
From the pipe came
The tone with plume
We are the listeners
We are the dancers
We were held agog
Not by any gong
As the steps dictate
The tones relate.
Like springs twisted all.
We beheld no wall.
Ages create no boundary.
The piper makes us tarry
Who pays the piper
The piper is now a panther.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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