Voice like music, no words to cite,
more legs than man, less than beast.
Eights of teeth and yet no bite
seven plus five, if fully pieced.
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A wooden room, a window, round,
held in by steel of streching sound.
Stick out your neck,
your fret in check,
atop the bridge the tension’s bound.