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Warm Resonance Maximal

Music
performed by 
at least
18 musicians
written for
wherever it finds
me.

Interlocking
in to bone
moving
meditating
blossoming and blooming
voices and instruments
encompassing such life
melding, building
layers of dense mineral
of softest tissue paper
leaving and returning
running back again
and encircling.
Rich in texture
soothing in time
navigating
tension and re-
never quite dissipate
becoming tonic
enshrines the bodies pulses,
triumphantly here anew.

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