poetry hovers in the chilling air
awaits the page to be on pounce
upon unwitting readers' minds
like music from another planet
did the Schumanns live as we do
Bach depart from missing norms
without a sense of final collapse
the world would go on afterward
slow change may come suddenly
no one certain what to expect or
when the cadence means the end
apart from tonality no resolution
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