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Think music.
Think keyboards.
Think Mozart, Pete Johnson,
nimble fingers on satin smooth keys,
sounds of Cesar Franck roaring
through open church doors.
Think ornaments
in the dark sarcophagus
of an Egyptian princess,
black bangles on bronze arms
of Bantu women.
Think carvings of black idols,
pachyderms and primates,
warm to the touch
from sucking up the sun.
Think Kachin jungle,
where nocturnal tigers prowl,
where black hearts leap
at the thought of you.
- E. Hujsak
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