The single string of her burst harp
Can play a quavering C-sharp.
She embraces the instrument
Like a lover singing laments,
But hearing no responding tone.
Hope is always on her own.
One star and Jupiter, her chair,
Revolve in incandescent air.
She’s worn a tightly-wound blindfold
Since she was only two years old.
And she must seek a life in this
Emptiness and paralysis?
Yes. That is what hope signifies.
Creation of a song from sighs.
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