Middle C

Robert J Fitz
Oct 7, 2022

The Earth is a musical instrument.
Which makes the sound of metal blue-bells.

That flew down wells,
Jingling all their way to infinity.

Through the dark and sparsely lit,
Tunnel of everything.
Fluttering down towards,
The source,
The special sauce.

The water she keeps wet,
religiously.

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Robert J Fitz

Spoken word poetry and poetic considerations on public affairs. Maybe the odd story as well.