the chamber baton rasping
the chamber quietly settled
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the brooks were unloosed they
been dry tied for long. water
between the seats people’s feet
socks
the chamber baton rasping now
and violins up, angry ladies yelling
chaos and commotion as brooks
rush across the floor
bOOm bOOm, de bOOm
swish ripple ripple, yell
da-ta, da-da ta, da da-da da
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