Music
I sit here quietlyListening to the
Music surrounding me
As only current technology allows
Within the orchestra
I sit virtually among the wood winds
A counterfeit spirit among these artists
Yet they tolerate my being here
A nameless montebank of no import
For I have paid them for my place
I much prefer the honest
stereo position of audience
Rather than surround sound's
Intimate ethereal fraud
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2015-04-21 at 00:40
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