The Privilege of Sound.

Trickle dee deep.
Trickle dee deep.
Plunge onto her porous cover,
Seep past her earthly scars
Warm the blood that lies beneath
And energize her heart.

Lala Lala.
Lala Lala.
Prancing winds with massive wings
Stamp the ground and call the palms
To stretch out from hiding in jittery trance
To pull in the scent of heaven
With full and courageous breaths.

Doo wap, Wap.
Doo wap, Wap.
With an unrelenting persistence through the night.
It becomes a penetrating sweat
Uprooting settled soil and settled sleep,
It drives slender worms above ground
And arouses dreary minds with a cold liquid sky.

Clip Clap.
Clip Clap.
The pitter pat of puny feet –
Too small to hear for too large ears –
Scratch their way into sheltered rooves
To munch and dry under the safe watch
Of an ecological puzzle.

Trickle dee deep.
La la, dee deep.
Doo wap, clip clap.
Doo wap, clip clap

Hear this song
From creviced toe
To pupil’s hole
And in tomorrow’s night
Look up on high
And choose a tree
Follow its line to a star
And sing that star this song
For it was hidden all night long.

Trickle dee deep.
La la, dee deep.
Doo wap, clip clap.
Doo wap, clip clap

Trickle dee deep.
La la, dee deep.
Doo wap, clip clap.
Doo wap, clip clap.

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