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Fidelito Speaks of One Evening at the Turn of a Century but Mentions No Particular Century

78 Fidelito Speaks of One Evening at the Turn of a Century but Mentions No Particular Century I’ll be lifted by a tune I’ll hear. My whispered song—the hymn Of birds, their beaks like shaky Styluses clacking their orbits to time. Some want this interval to last But the last track is lovely. Going back Further I feel I’ve missed something: the choir At the center of the earth? I remember wanting To leave the schoolyard, hearing that call, The whistle in the wind. I may just love difficulty. Those notes Coming to my ears, the chorus Beyond them, I try to understand These songs, their time. ...