KneadedA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwhat was the first soundKneaded As I listened I became entwined in the vibration of sound Notes spoke to me as mystical insights of universal origin Primal underpinnings moved like ghosts of man's beginnings Upon hearing the first sounds of man I kneaded myself into a fixture of wonder. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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