fugue

between
the wind chimes
and
the neighbor’s songbird
i feel like
i am in a tornado
of disharmonic nausea

an orchestra pit
this side of hell
with demons
clamboring
a serenade
to the chorus
of the damned wailing

all being played
in a coffin
on the back
of a horse drawn carriage
down a cobblestone street
in eighteen fourteen
philadelphia

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