... (XIV)A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_8tTM94hAk&ab_channel=M.Ward-Topic. . . I . There are no trip-wires here, love, No pressure plates Laid, into the padded seat Positioned, there, before the resting keys . Comprising the piano. . There are no pencil-fuses, no pins, No pitfalls and no traps. . . II . It’s just a kitchen, darling, That’s just a stereo And those are just sticks of incense. . When we light them, they won’t explode; They’ll only just fill the hallways, here, With fragrance, and with smoke. . . .
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