It’s not here tonight;
the thing you like,
an arrangement of this
and that, then and there.
Its been here before;
it will be here again.
You have to be there
to make it happen.
A particular you, not
one of the other ones;
a certain this and that,
not any old tit or tat
and something else
you can’t quite put
your finger on that
completes the thing
like rhythm, a word
with no vowels, as
well as the subliminal
component of harmony.
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