Then each dancer turned to their cornerWhere the answer to the...

Then each dancer turned to their corner
Where the answer to the mystery to the mystery

Became something how you say it
With the returning boom of the whosis
And in the anterior rooms
This burns with houses
And houses great birds

In an open wing

Flaunted with geraniums
The time is now

And then

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RIP Ted Greenwald

Your poems always make me feel like:
I am alive and I get to listen to this music