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As the tuning of an instrument

He would write and find relief

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The moods in him swung:

Less the pendulum

And more the eddies

Of a spinning tidepool -

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Altering

In whichsoever 

Sudden, and wanton directions

That became their swirling predilections.

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He wrote for catharsis:

For the classic, 

Poetic sense of the word.

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He wrote, so that when his chest

Became the whining strain

Of catgut strings -

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Fraying with a tension, and the underlying 

Threat of a loosened, ripping scream -

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He could, in almost arbitrary verse,

Provide those plying pressures

With at least 

Some

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Semblance of release.

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