First octave
Poetry
goodbye. the whole harmonic series proportionate to temperature how fast is) time. of flight: the airspeed of 2nd order harmonic outrunning the 3rd and first octave is all that’s heard and heard above the buried fundamental. faster and it’s only harmonics that which make a piano (become resplendent and pretty soon it’s beyond) when a piano when a volcano yours: the whole harmonic series when you speak: voice that breathed above the waters like a whole erupt and cratered fountain (mouthed forever all there is and all there is and all.




Separation piles up like piano keys.
Love is music. It rests.
What rests after is a forgotten score.
I really like how your sentences finish each other on a different line it gives it some rhythm