we are as kazoos
extraverted out of soul
appear as celebrated soloists
singularity
as so much our separate song
drown out or dumb down
by audience ambivalence
yet myopic in tonal exhales
fixed with an incessant reed of need
each a masterpiece of serenade
that spotlights do not portray
that volume does not convey
that appearances do not in depth reveal
that message from within itself
lost upon the wash of those who receive
such is the breath and exhale of now
we some as troops
some as terrain
some as tromp
cumulative yet inevitably dispersed
a curious spend of blinkered perspectives
fracturing faceted forces of humankind
fill the view
this making music of life as expenditure
wagging with our forms as tongues
to say what can’t be said
inferring by behavioral trickledown
in motions concealed as surefire facade
a reverence out of silence
behind these blares
yet kazoo justified
we are amidst wind
in the forest for the trees
bearing kazoo as breath
of common soul
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