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Hand-Crank Paper


Don't ask me to speak aloud. 
There are switches to
Fill in blanks
In cadence 
Imprecise and chopped together
From your scraps. 

Double time my interpretation into 
Auditory stimulation of
Communication centers 
Beyond the inherent
Protocol for the duration of
The mechanism. 

(music boxes cranked fast
Distort tunes
Throw off gears
And break springs. )

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