in a chair,
waiting for a thought
that will propel me
out and up
into the doing,
and then
a thought of music arises,
and it is a vision
of bleep and blop music,
just like the good old
twentieth century,
so I pull out
my magic digital recorder
and set the mike
close to my instruments
and proceed to play
blips and blops,
and then a thought
pops up
to play a repeated ostinato pattern,
so I do
and it's done
and I love
these special thoughts
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