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I memorized the

melodies of the world,

played them back

as I was listening

to them in real time,

the twin melodies

were slightly off,

one was a bit ahead,

or maybe one was

a bit behind, I couldn’t

tell, but this created

an echo that shared

as much of itself

with my ears as

it did its origin.