The starling pipes its pizzicati
From the heart of the brambles
Like an electric feed, under a tap.
The brier hums as the earth
Hums and the resonance is sweet
With dull, cavernous ostinato.
There is music in the heart's casing.
Constellations bruise the far dark,
A bright splash of tambourines.
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