1971 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Trip Out Sound

Come along -- run if you can
Lift up your feet -- trot to the music
Lift up your soul to the beat.
Contemplate yourself to succumb
Into the rock that rolls your mind
And draws you out of the bind
And draws light into the blind.

Sweet music rests into the cochlea
It passes through the drum
Something this way come
With each guitar strum
And cymbal clang
You can hear the bang of the music
The bell came out and rang.

Here we go --  step into tune
Rock to the rhythm of the music
Roll to the rhythm of the music.
Sing your song with your heart
And let it come flow
Hear the saxophone blow
And down-home music grow.

Slip the sound -- down in your bosom
Let it come - - sloshing around
Creating fantastical feelings.
Let the sound roll on
Beat let it don
And collapse when it's gone.

1971

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